that this war has unwittingly seized,

causing an allergy with your policies at sea.

Oh King George where have you gone?

Into the fields with your horse

or to battles beyond?

I see my statesman have all but remained.

Their daily nuance has all but refrained.

The bugle flairs as do the mares,

while the chamber sits in silence.

dreadful. ominous. silence.

Oh King George what is this to say

about our statesmen and this American way?

Your bravado only wears

when your apples turn to pears.

Oh King George where have you gone?

Into the fields with your horse

or to battles beyond?

Your march seems endless

while our plains roll relentless

yet this valiant fight

turned a scheme for plight.

My countrymen die when you send them to ride.

Though you seem unscathed from battles for days.

Is this your cunning marksmanship

or yet another quip.

You revere,

strong and resolute

in this heated pursuit.

Oh King George,

I sneeze with a cold face of breeze

that this war has unwittingly seized,

from such policies at sea.