A Poem Celebrating the Glorious Victory..., Of me over the infidels of Sewickley... Options

[ComradeRed]

‘Twas a cold wintry day in the most barbarous of lands,
When Caesar rode up to the barbarian bands,
“Surrender ye land, and I will let you leave early,”
But the barbarians retorted, “You are but a girly!”

But Caesar kept Sewickley’s bandits at bay,
With the help of the Gods, he made them eat hay,
He crushed the barbaric peoples of the North,
Leading his legions as he sallied forth.

They were captured and sent as to the fair hills,
“Now, this land,” said Caesar, “is ours to till!”
His soldiers were but humble yeomen by trade,
And they cast absentee ballots in Miami-Dade.