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!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of as laugh for a Monday morning. One of my ancestors was General Alfred Terry who was Custer's commanding officer and he had ordered Custer not to go to the Little Big Horn, as Custer was killed Custer's second in command was subsequently court marshalled for Custer's failure to follow orders.
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Oh lol, good write Gold. Were we there too, us two?!
No I wasn't at that one, my ancestor told me not to go.
Gold star comedy...... shaggy (yes?) dog story,....rhyme. What more could one (or two, or more) ask for?
Thanks Dave, just a bit of a laugh.
Andy
sorry Andy - but I can't find this funny (nor sadly, can I simply scroll-past and ignore)..
general Custer was a war criminal
who butchered helpless woman and children
going - against
what were originally - inhumane orders
to act-out
his zealotry of blinkered cruelty!
I can understand your feelings Mek and I apologise for putting it up, after I had put it on the site I did think about taking it off again.
The Native Americans had an horrendous time at the hands of the supposed controlling forces at the time.
I have a great deal of respect for the Native Americans in the way that they treated nature and the natural world as their 'god'.
Andy
Excuse me, Andy if my memory fails me, but did not Custer receive his comeuppance (fatally) at Little Bighorn anyway - good result, I'd say - time for a little laugh, as in 🙂
Blimey i remember my brother telling me that story when i was about 14. Thanks for retelling a good fun story here. It brought back a few memories of happier times with my now departed brother Rod.
Life is for the living.
Footnote. I recently bought a native american flute to mess about with. It's a very limited instrument and has a lovely haunting tone but only one octave. One day i shall organise my music room (too many other projects on the go at the moment - including being lazy) and make a recording or two to accompany my scribblings on MPS.
Yes it is a very old story d a.
Strangely I was listening to Native American music yesterday an album called "Native Visions: A Native American Music Journey" and that was lead by a native american flute, quite enjoyed it.
Andy
Let it be an old story, Andy. There's a proposition out there that there's only seven original jokes in Jokeland's oeuvre.
I will do my own favourite oldie - trouble is I couldn't rhyme it - so you'll have to suffer my prose...
Brilliant, funny and great metering.I am now going to read all your posted poems.
I am truly honoured, I hope you have a great deal of time as there are 1516 poem of mine on this site.
Okay, maybe not all of them.
Wish I had your talent with words though, because what I have read so-far is superb.
Keep writing.
Thank you for your kind words Andy.
Andy
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