November 11, 2011
Graphic by Billie
Veteran’s Day
On Veteran’s Day, we celebrate,
In quiet moments, contemplate.
A holiday for civil workers,
Government folks, and other shirkers,
Ask them yourself, about the con,
“Are you essential?” Mais oui, non?
When evil storms blow into town,
The government offices all shut down.
So they’re off from work upon this day,
While all the Veterans still earn pay,
Having finished the job they were given to do.
They have different work now, that they must see through.
In trenches, on beaches, and planes in the air,
They went off to fight with scarcely a care,
At least so it seemed for they smiled all the while,
And they finished their work with admirable style.
Not once did they ask for much more than their smokes,
And they tell the old stories as if they were jokes,
Although we don't know what the day is about,
Today, while they work, they’re still sorting things out.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . November 9, 2004
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