A man is sitting reading his newspaper when his wife sneaks up
behind him and whacks him on the head with a frying pan.
"What was that for? He asks.
"That was for the piece of paper in your trouser pocket with the name "Mary Ellen written on it," she replies.
"Don't be silly, " he says "Two weeks ago when I went to the races Mary Ellen was the name of one of the horse I bet on".
His wife seemed satisfied at this and apologized.
Three days later he's again sitting in his chair reading when she nails him with an even bigger frying pan, knocking him out cold.
When he comes around he asks, "What was that for?"
"Your fucken horse phoned!"
Battle, skirmish or all out War, those empty bottles have a score To settle with those enemies of you and me and our democracy. Because empty bottles are fighting men, who protect us all, again and again And depart the field not to a hero’s chant, and feast NOT in fancy restaurants. Awaiting him is no adulation, the best wishes of a grateful Nation Just a Badge he can wear in a Tesco’s queue. Just a Veterans Badge for a debt so huge.
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