Thats it!
The night was filled with dark and cold,
When Sgt. Talbert, the story's told,
Pulled on his poncho and headed out
To check the lines dressed like a Kraut.Upon a trooper, our hero came,
Fast asleep; he called his name.
"Smith, oh Smith, get up, it's time
To take your turn out on the line."
Private Smith, so very weary,
Cracked an eye, all red and bleary,
Grabbed his rifle and did not tarry,
Hearing Floyd, but seeing Jerry.
"It's me!" cried Tab. "Don't do it!" Yet,
Smith charged tout de suite with a bayonet.
He lunged, he thrust, both high and low
And skewered the boy from Kokomo.
TaylorFlame - The Definitive Man.
[This message has been edited by TaylorFlame (edited 02-10-2007 @ 09:29 PM).]