There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

It Is Better To Give Than To Lend, And It Costs About The Same.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.

But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

It Was Announced As A French Victory By The French Minister Of War. I Did Not See Any Sign Of Victory But Only The Retreat Of The French Forces Engaged In The Battle.

We Who Go Out To Die Shall Be Remembered, Because We Gave The World Peace. That Will Be Our Reward, Though We Will Know Nothing Of It, But Lie Rotting In The Earth - Dead.