In a land far away was a platoon of misfits
Jolly men with jolly ideas
And had crazy food and songs,
For spending the time with fun.
Their leader was a crazy madcap
Who enjoyed using the grenades.
He used to juggle the grenades mid-air,
Sometimes without even the pin.
Their sniper was a lazy oaf,
But his aim was as sharp as a hawk,
And he’d have booze sitting on the lookout
Singing a classic old Texan ode.
The sergeant was a gunpowder addict,
And would sniff it to feel the high.
He made an awesome steak
Loaded with gunpowder grilling thrill.
The soldiers that were part of the team
Were no less than these three.
All were crazy Gauls with weird fetishes
Looking to punch one another.
Their cook was a madman too made dishes
Which scared the death itself.
His spices were lethal combinations
The platoon was mad not to stay away.
But soon they were attacked by an invading army
And they fought like superheroes.
For the army didn’t know how crazy they were
And mad they got into a war.
The sniper took down their commander,
The grenadier blasted their squad,
The Sergeant charged like an angry bull
With his heavy guns taking down them all.
But it ended before their help arrived
The crazy platoon made it alive.
They might be crazy they might be mad
Oh no, they weren’t the kind to mess.
They were crazy with food and songs,
But still were the heroes of war.
Copyright: Akhilesh G Math, 10/14/2018, 12:25 AM IST
Written by: Akhilesh Math
Edited by: Lipi Gupta