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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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Although I was born, bred and live in the UK some of my ancestors went over to America and one of them was General Alfred Terry (the family name on my mothers side was Terry), he had told Custer not to go to the Little Big Horn.
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This was quite a story that several individuals till this day can relate with. Wealth is an indulging moment that shows or depicts the true behavior of a human being. No matter the flaws or incentives being made.
Good story nonetheless poet.
Oh just brilliant - in fact one of my favourites - great metre and such fun - in fact I'll pop it in favourites.
Thank you Michael, I am honoured.
Good advise George should have listened sometimes we get just what is deserved. love the history in this. nice one Goldy!
Thank you ww,
That is just great work Goldfinch.
Ha ha love this..
Now that's put
A smile on my face
Well done sir.....
Not just for the
Smile but this
Really good work
Thank you so much, glad I could make you smile, that is how life should be.
Thank you tepo.
Excellent poem with history to be told.
Thank you very much vv.
So you were there then, via your ancestors! I expect I was there too. as we both were in 1066. Good write. Tee Hee.
hell of a story my friend ,but it sounded about right
Holy Mackerel was a common expression when I was younger. Don't hear it much any more. Was perfect for the photo you drew in our minds.
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