Now the instructor straps the harness to his chest
some forty kilo of the best explosive stuff,
he's training what he knows to be the very best
though finding their replacements can be tough.
'Now pay attention guys, forget about your guns
this is the fuse, I light it quickly to succeed..........
for obvious reasons I can only show this once
you'll be a thousand pieces but you never bleed.'
A sad state of schooling, that's for sure. Good write Herbert. A bit of humor hidden in there? :) Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its all about those 50 heavenly virgins... i guess when he gets to heaven... his God will ask: ' how was the BLOW-JOB? ? ? '