Axis & Allies - damowords

First Strike
Barb’d hornets flew all over Ohau
In lethal waves honing in on the kill
Too slowly the realisation grew
“We are being attack’d! This is no drill!”
Amidst the hell
That burnt at Hitcham Field
A Yankee gave a yell, Browning rifle his shield.
This all‐American hero
While pals hugg’d nearby ditches,
Spread lead fed with dealy gung=ho
“Ya yella sons of bitches!”
A cracking shot plunged some zero
Into football pitches,
Crash landing & smashing into a post,
“God damn! That slant‐eyed mother fuckers toast!”
The morningʹs destruction over,
No more death left to spread,
In good order an attacker
Atop the white wave sped,
Leaving Hawaii belching smoke & Hirohitoʹs dead.
The Pacific Ocean
December 7th
1941
9.30 am
America Goes to War
A veil of snow covers the capitol
But for the wide flow of the Potomac,
A pageant of the pleasantly peaceful,
Oblivious to perfidy’s attack;
Rooseveldt dines
Within those Whitehouse walls,
To eerieness resigns as his telephone calls.
The news tickers were read out loud,
What words to be receiving,
Great shock electrifies the crowd
With jaws dropt disbelieving,
A single tear slips sad & proud,
Portent of her grieving,
Leaving his bag on the roof of the car
Carlton raced off to tell the news to Ma.
His tongue babbles back at the farm,
At last she gets the gist,
ʺDon’t join the army, boy, stay calm,ʺ
ʺBut Ma, I must enlist!ʺ
She tried to soothe him with soft hands, but stroked a firmclench’d
fist
Jerkwater
December 7th
1941