.2. Boiling Oil Poem by David Threadgold

.2. Boiling Oil



On top of the battlements
Boiling up oil
Two armour clad knights
Became weary of toil

So they sent a young serf
For some spuds, here he cries
Then peeled them with daggers
And all had French fries


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Winchell 26 October 2008

Good Poem! Is Jason Kin? Linda

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Jason Threadgold 26 October 2008

Never mind the battle, an army marches on its stomach.

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