Toilet War

The advance, it had stalled at the loo,

The Greens, they asked "what can we do?"

"This battle, can we see it through?"

"Or will we melt, become green goo?"

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The Tans, they laughed, from trenches, pits,

The Greens would have to march through shit.

To smell so bad, some lost their wits,

Perhaps the Greens should turn and quit.

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But the Greens, they did advance,

For a moment, Tans, they stood, entranced.

But then down came an avalanche,

Of gunfire, with no olive branch.

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The Greens took cover by the poo,

Plastic mingled with urine too.

But they had to see this all the way through,

For what else were they all to do?

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So on they pushed through horrid smell.

On they pushed through bullet hell.

Till they reached the loo, a poisoned well,

In the Greens, an anger swelled.

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So they climbed to slay the Tans.

Gone was sense of battle plan.

Here, so far from their homeland,

Freedom had to take a stand.

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The Tans, they fought, but they all died.

No prisoners in this genocide.

Surviving Greens, they did confide,

Of the horror they did take in stride.

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So the Greens, they finally took the loo.

Another battle in long queue.

They just stared, what else to do?

A heavy cost for room of poo.

A/N

Yes, I was feeling kinda dirty when writing this. ;)