Col. Sheena Johnson, U.S. Army
Capt’n Fiddler Parachutes Into Pluckame
Ahhhhhhh, catapulting soaring roaring glory!
The boldness, the common sense of the U.S. Secretary of Defense!
Chuck Hagel has sold the entire U.S. Air Force’s A-10 Warthog Fleet
To the Afghan National Army for one dollar!
With a lot of training & expensive accoutrements
Now the ANA gots its own aging, rattling, deadly air-support
This Chuck is proud of that Chuck
For doing the right Chuck Chuck thing!
I am Capt’n Chuck Fiddler of the U.S. Army
Pulling my ripcord over the Nuristan Province of
Not Afghanistan, but Afghaneeland
A bubble full of wishful thinking inside my mind
A tiny dumb-ass bubble that refuses to pop
But that floats like a prayer in the ethereal reaches
Of a poor old soldier’s mind, so yes
I am parachuting out of a Warthog aeroplane above Pluckame!
Inside this strange bubble that will not stop
I’ve been training Afghan soldiers to fly
Now like a rain drop I am about to plop
At the feet of Col. Sheena Johnson
I shall serve wherever my empress be
Be it Afghanistan & be it free
So I float from above
To back the colonel’s love!
Yes, I float & whirl & twirl
Caught in a vortex of air swirling grand
Afghaneeland’s atmosphere gots a mind of its own
It looks like I’ll never land!!!
text copyright clyde collins 2015