Stars'n' Stripes.

Stars'n' Stripes.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Behind the Iron Curtain
a little boy cries
on the powers to be;

dressed in red stripe pants,
blue vest star patterned,
top hat, extra large.

Stumbling over Stars 'n' Stripes
now half mast,
he hears his name.

" Uncle Sam."
" Where are you!"

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Yeah well observed. I think uncle sam has realised the world is a basket case.
Was going to say Britain is in the same boat. But we don't actually have any boats to play with.
Just waiting on Trumpy to start a war with, maybe Mars.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Gee

8 Years Ago

Trump should start with the dick that keeps putting that candy floss on his head......Oh, that's him
he has disappeared, along with Lady Liberty...they have run and hid.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

haha thank you J for taking the time to visit.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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