Custer.

Goldfinch60



A man of such vast riches,

We could never count his wealth.

Was going away on holiday,

To indulge his selfless self.

 

Before he went on travelling,

He asked an artist proud,

To paint a vast, large mural,

That would attract a stunning crowd.

 

He wanted a special type of work,

To depict the words of Custer,

As at the Little Big Horn fight

He and his troops did muster.

 

The man went on his sojourn,

To places far and wide.

Spending great sums of money,

With all those at his side.

 

Some weeks later he came home,

Fit and bronzed and tanned.

Still with loads of money,

Always close to hand.

 

He came into the room,

To see the artist’s work.

And stood in shock and anger,

And called the man a burke.

 

A fish was standing upright,

With a halo up above.

And at its side were Indians,

Making wild and furious love.

 

As he turned with red-face anger

Towards the cowered man;

He said “Just what is this?

This was not the plan!

 

The man said, “It is what you asked for,

To show what Custer said.

And that’s what I’ve depicted,

Just get it in your head!”

 

“With all those braves approaching,

Some several hundred millions,

He turned and shouted loudly

Holy Mackerel, Fucking Indians!”

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2024 01:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this some time ago but thought I would publish it here to try and give you a Saturday morning smile.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, Bella Shepard, Teddy.15.
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    Oh lol. Ahh, I see why he painted that! heehee.

  • sorenbarrett

    I can imagine several other images less holy that he could have painted but we will leave that for another day. A great story that brought a smile and that is the best type of poetry.

    • Goldfinch60

      If I brought a smile to you soren my job is done. Thank you.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        I actually lived for a short while a few miles from where Custer had his last stand and the people there to this day took it a little more seriously. They may not like my smile.

      • 1 more comment

      • Accidental Poet

        Mission completed Andy. Video hilarious too. ๐Ÿคฃ

        • Goldfinch60

          Much appreciated AP, thank you.

          Andy

        • David Wakeling

          Holy guacamole.Very well constructed and good fun punch line.Enjoyed

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you David.

            Andy

          • Bella Shepard

            Thank you for the poem, the video, the fun iof all of it. Your comedic poems are classics, and I felt there must be a technical for them, so I googled and found
            "paraprosdokian". No joke, it's a real word. "A paraprosdokian is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence, phrase, or larger discourse is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe or reinterpret the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians and satirists". You are the king my friend.

            • Goldfinch60

              Such a wonderful response Bella and very much appreciated, thank you.

              Andy

            • Doggerel Dave

              Well if you wrote this some time ago, I do hope you utilised your spare Saturday time constructively, Andy๐Ÿ˜Š

              As for Bella's exhumation of that word - you can wear it with pride.

              • Goldfinch60

                My spare Saturday time was spent very constructively Dave, we went out for coffee. LOL

                Thank you.

                Andy

              • Teddy.15

                Oh Andy just wonderful ๐Ÿ˜‚

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Teddy, most kind.

                  Andy



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