Will you come and join my Army in Ukraine?
I can promise you there's loads-o'-loot to gain.
You might get your bonce blown off,
Or a bullet through your cock,
But apart from that you won't feel too much pain!
"Oh I say, those words are pretty crude and tough.
It's not every day you hear or read such stuff! "
Well, this war is no pic-nic,
And it sure ain't no school trip,
C'est "Mors tua, vita mea...,
Guerre, mon pote!
So, come take the Putin Rouble,
Chop chop, quick!
If you cop a wound, you'll be declared unfit.
Lose your lamps, and you'll be blind,
Or your lugs and you'll be deaf,
But at least you won't be dead, so don't you mind!
4/6/23
Denys E. W. Jones
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