Here is something I wrote thought y'all would enjoy. I couldn't remember if I posted it before... I couldn't find it anywhere so I guess I did not. its a play on Alfred Tennysons "the charge of the Light Brigade" but I have never actually read "the Charge of the Light Brigade" I have only heard it a couple of times......
On the cold pavement could
could be heard the gallop of there feet
"Charge!" cried the head one
as they thundered down curb steep
And charge they did out of obedience to there king
for there deaths shall not be remembered and of them no-one shall sing
Over the pavement they thundered
crushed by Good-Year tall and strong.
Some cried "stop you damnded fools
or your charge it will not be long!"
Over the road of death
did charge the light Four-score
smashed form right and left
by black and Grey Four-doors
Half-a-yard, half-a-yard, half-a-yard onward.
Through the pavement of death the leaves they did thunder.
Charged they over the medion
Charged without rest
Charge they cried
as the next curb came abreast.
again downwrd they stormed
with the wind at there back
"Give 'em blood and thunder!"
cried they at attack.
Then came a Fifteen passenger,
with a large sliding door,
and that was the death
of the remaining two score.
Half-a-yard, half-a-yard, half-a-yard onward.
Through the pavement of death the leaves they did thunder.
and on cold winter nights,
when the trees they do sigh,
is remembered the leaf brigade
and how they did die.
could be heard the gallop of there feet
"Charge!" cried the head one
as they thundered down curb steep
And charge they did out of obedience to there king
for there deaths shall not be remembered and of them no-one shall sing
Over the pavement they thundered
crushed by Good-Year tall and strong.
Some cried "stop you damnded fools
or your charge it will not be long!"
Over the road of death
did charge the light Four-score
smashed form right and left
by black and Grey Four-doors
Half-a-yard, half-a-yard, half-a-yard onward.
Through the pavement of death the leaves they did thunder.
Charged they over the medion
Charged without rest
Charge they cried
as the next curb came abreast.
again downwrd they stormed
with the wind at there back
"Give 'em blood and thunder!"
cried they at attack.
Then came a Fifteen passenger,
with a large sliding door,
and that was the death
of the remaining two score.
Half-a-yard, half-a-yard, half-a-yard onward.
Through the pavement of death the leaves they did thunder.
and on cold winter nights,
when the trees they do sigh,
is remembered the leaf brigade
and how they did die.
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