.Oh King George.
November 25th, 2009 by Bradley.I commence to you commander with a full face of breeze
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.
