240

240

A Poem by Rob Funk

What a lovely machine,

Brass to the grass,

Operated by gas,

It gets pretty hot,

After its been shot,

Scan your sectors,

What a lovely machine,

I kept it so clean,

I fed it well,

Even if it was hot as hell.

© 2013 Rob Funk


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Its about my light machine gun I had in the army.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A good write...:)...............

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rob Funk

11 Years Ago

Thank you much fine sir.
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)
Wow Rob, this must have been on special machine..... I mean to have inspired such a wonderful rhyming. Loved it!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rob Funk

11 Years Ago

Thanks Betty you rule.
I'm not sure what 240 relates to, but the rhyme works.( is it some kind of machine) not bad Rob.
Keep Writing.
Will


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rob Funk

11 Years Ago

Thanks Will.

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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

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A Poem by Rob Funk