Hard poem to forget, as a Veteran. Don’t forget John McCutchen’s “Christmas in The Trenches” to see how it should be.
Reminds me of friends who got kicked out of The Pennsylvania Renaisance Faire for going as lepers with makeup of potato chips and gumspirits and home made death cart that used no metal fasteners at all.
Add me to the pre-sale list!!!!
Queen Vic on a Motorcycle? It better be a Triumph… NO! Brough Superior,… no BSA…., Royal Enfield…. maybe Royal Ruby(only 1250 choices)….but why is she singing that song by Canadians about a 1962 Ford Falcon? It should be Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die – Jethro Tull.
And yet people still want flying cars!?!?!
Lucas built wiring and electrics to a price point. You got what you paid for. Ask Rolls-Royce, price was not a concern and they got stuff that worked.
That would be an Indian.
Actually, as a hardcore daily, only form of transportation I own, motorcycle rider, and it’s not a Harley, I have one thing to say: “Don’t worry, Harley riders. Someday you will get to ride a Motorcycle.”
Homo Erectus called: T(he)Rump is NOT one of US! DuckinDonald(Tweet, tweet) is a Trumpanzee, fake orange poo thrower with a dead ginger cat on his head. We, Homo Erectus, have better language skills and a longer attention span.