2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Dogduck Division)

Artillery Poetry

The 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division) wipe their cannon muzzles on the poetry towel of destiny and the Sergeant-Major hollers "More, Go at 'em you damn poems" right in the face of the enemy.
All poems should be read out loud accompanied by the sounds of nearby explosions and distant screams

Awesome


Its Awesome, its great,
Its feckin fantastic,
Like knicker elastic,
Phenomenal.

It's awesome, groundbreaking,
I'm sick of you raking
the dregs from the barrel
For your self-justification.
Goodnight

(Applause)

Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (21st Century Fecks).


Poem 3b

Left a bit,
Just there,
No thats fine,
Keep going,
Shit, did you leave the microphone on?

Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division)


Bag of cats

Rebecca,
She's an animal when not pleased,
Like a bag of cats, plague of rats, scabby and diseased.

Rebecca,
is looking at me sternly, and words have been spoken,
I must shut the feck up says she, or both my legs be broken.

Written by the 2nd Royal Guards Artillery (Poetry Division).

Guy who's really lost it
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