Category Archives: Poetry

THIS SONG HAS NO TUNE YET

When we were Spartans the world was flat

We wore no clothes, no shoes, no hat

The house we lived in had no heat

We beat the slaves and ate raw meat

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The little warmth that ever we had

Was sunshine on our flanks unclad

We wrestled naked and sweat dripped

Across your face your eyes your lips

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When we were Spartans  no mercy we

The weak and sickly killed without pity

For they in battle would have died or froze

Requiring us to bury them with no clothes

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In driving rain and bitter cold

When we were Spartans we had no gold

You laughed at pain and fought so bold

Then we were Spartans and not so old