UnPoetia:Blazer Pin

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Fuck, where'd I drop it?

Blazer pin

Glinting in the sun,

Poppiless

on th'11th of November.

Blazer pin

Look at what you've done,

Lost it, now

I look like a heartless member!

But if it's better to have loved and lost

than never at all

it follows: it's better to leave the pin

than wear bugger-all.

Blazer pin

Now I'll be smother'd.

It seems not

voluntary garb as they say.

Blazer pin

Could just buy 'nother--

but, what a

waste of assorted petty change.

Maintenant, mon plumage

est devenu suisse fromage,

All I may do is cower in l'arbour.

My little trench offensive

Is massacred by th'offended

There surely is no worse a thing than war.