Pipers and Drummers
I have a strange feeling
For pipers and drummers
In a marching band
While I, nor my ancestors
Are of Scottish descend
At the sound of flutes
My juices run crazy
Stirring images of bravery
In my twisted mind
Like a World War II
British lieutenant, marching
With open umbrella
Straight into German tanks
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You’re currently reading “Pipers and Drummers,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
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Gladius Poeticus 
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