Win the winning windsome war...
Blare of trumpets, tell their tale.
Have at thee, my makeshift whore...
Best the ways of wayward times.
Blast the sound of daylit chimes...
Have for thee, trumpets tell.
Sings the song of windsome'd spell...
Hang the man from Shilo'd Hill.
Broken branch, leaves reddened spilt...
Of the blood, dripp'd right from Hell.
Tell the song of windsome sail'd...
Win one winding war that fail'd.
Roll them over, feared by elm...
Tree that spun one windsome tale.
Beat the hated one, that sailed...
Cast off boat's, left wet by Hell.
Find some buscuits, dripped with gravy...
Sailed the world since join'd of Navy.
Won the war of eighteen-twelve...
Dare i say or even delve?
Did we lose, or win one maybe? ...
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/win-that-windsome-war-of-eighteen-twelve/
