Dreams of Nothing More

Kapoosh Kapalka,
Was a farmer,
Who dreamed of being more,
Than milking cows and gathering eggs,
Such boring farming chores!

Now a time came,
When the king of the land,
Was to go to war,
So he called upon, all the men,
Through messenger birds that soared.

Kappoosh Kapalka saw the bird,
And grabbed the message at hand,
He put down his shovel and picked up a sword,
To lend a helping hand,

Kapposh Kapalka was now a soldier,
A man who was more,
He fought with dreams of fame and glory,
And all the profits of war.

When the fighting was over,
He looked over his shoulder,
And couldn't believe his eyes,
The fallen men,
The blood that ran,
Was not a lovely prize,
He felt himself a dirty soul,
No cleaner than a fly!
"Why did my head fill with dreams,
When all they were were lies!"

Kapoosh Kapalka,
Former farmer,
Was now filled with remorse,
For even though the battle was won,
His ambitions had steered their course,

Now the king himself,
Happy as hell,
Gave his soldiers a chance,
To ask of him,
One thing,
A wish,
A once in a lifetime chance.

Kapoosh Kapalka,
Came before the king,
"My son what is it you ask?"
And the former farmer bowed his head,
And said these words at once,

"I Kapoosh Kapalka!
Want to be a farmer!
And dreams of nothing more,
Than milking cows,
And gathering eggs,
Such glorious farming chores!"

To my readers:

I will not be continuing with the untamed north for now cause I'm really short for time and I need to concentrate on other things. However, I will leave you with this little poem until I am able to continue :-)