by T.P. Wilkinson / July 9th, 2017 Four lieutenantsMaybe ensignsOr captainsServices combinedTook their seatsTheir coatsTheir capsTo chatterWhile at the tableLongSat admirals and generalsStrongDiscussing with their ministerToday nothing more sinisterThan how manyGirlsHow manyBoysRecruited to slayWith their toysIt took to cleanAn admiral’s hatSoiled by a pigeonNot a catTo clean the coverRemove the stainBut leave thoseAt tableStill insane. … Continue reading The Children’s Table