Training Poem by Phil Soar

Training



They trained together every day for years and years and years
The pain and trauma they endured reduced them both to tears
And then one day the starter, turned up with the wrong gun
And accidentally shot them, and their training was all done

Sunday, September 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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