Our Soldier Could be anyone's boy, really clearing that minefield his Denver Broncos insignia pasted to his helmet It's not regulation, but no one is worried today. They're all chewing Trident back at the mess tent. The boom makes the shelter shake the walls become as watery as an inebriated evangelist. Victory is mine! He says. Pats the HUMMV driver on the back. "I'm giving you a no-honk guarantee."
We are from Utah, but currently live in Houston, TX. Jake is a Geophysicist at Chevron and Erin a Pediatrics Resident at Baylor College of Medicine. We are new parents to our real cute son, Judah; and have two great dogs, Battlecat and Kelsey.
3 comments:
Cracking good limerick Chris!
Perhaps I will reward your poem by bringing your Bahnsen tapes tomorrow.....
Since we're doing poetry:
Our Soldier
Could be anyone's boy, really
clearing that minefield
his Denver Broncos insignia pasted
to his helmet
It's not regulation, but
no one is worried today.
They're all chewing Trident back
at the mess tent.
The boom makes the shelter shake
the walls become as watery as an
inebriated evangelist.
Victory is mine! He says.
Pats the HUMMV driver on the back.
"I'm giving you a no-honk guarantee."
Grace, Peace, V, and Hz.
Danny, your poem is superb.... you get 16 points!
Sarah....you are correct.... I shall assert my authority in a series of new limericks.
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