.......that just reminds me of a yarn, he said
and everyone turned to here his tale.
They waited, ready with their mirth and ready smiles.
They heard no tale,
no further word was said
and with his untold fun
half leaning on his gun
they left him......dead.
I stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
And my slow heart said, ‘You must kill, you must kill:
‘Soldier, soldier, morning is red’.
On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace
I stared for a while through the thin cold rain...
‘O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,
‘And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.’
I stood with the Dead ... They were dead; they were dead;
My heart and my head beat a march of dismay:
And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns.
‘Fall in!’ I shouted; ‘Fall in for your pay!’
The moral of the Mud Flap Saga is: it is very dangerous to have money way out in front of your expertise. Put the brakes on the money until the expertise catches up.
Last edited by Patrick Chadwick; 05-22-2013 at 01:27 PM.
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