A poem you say?
A poem indeed.
I just read it at the third Raconnaissance, woefully underprepared, alas. But at least it’s based on true inspiration and at least it rhymes.
A Sonnet To An Old Soldier
There he lies, floating on the surface
His swollen, hairy stomach glistening.
Partially submerged, with water on his tits,
Unaware that strokes are what [...]