In My army days
We came across
A castle
Me and my platoon
We’re a bunch
Of arseholes.
Across the drawbridge
Into the keep
We’ve been fighting
Not slept for weeks.
Problem was we
We’re not alone
We had come across
A ghostly home.
Our host
he was
a Friendly
ghost,
Watered and we
We’re duly fed,
None of us realised
We were all
****** dead.
We the platoon
Of skeletons
No skin on our bones
Returning from the war zone
To our ghostly home.