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This is based on the poem The Trumpeter by J. Francis Barron, applied to the Reds and Blues of Battle Creek. Nothing out of the ordinary, just something I had a bit of fun with.
Reveille
"Trumpeter, what are you sounding now?
Is it of the flag that we're seeking?
You know the call," said the Red Zealot tall,
"When Capture the Flag goes a-speaking."
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"Nay, brave Red," said the trumpeter tall,
"Nothing stirs in Battle Creek.
But for today you must go AFK,
It's been weeks since you last took a leak."
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The Red Zealot departed as he was told,
But could not guide his willy.
Suffice to say by the end of the day,
He was feeling somewhat silly.
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By the time he returned, he quickly heard,
The sound of explosions like thunder.
There were maddening shouts with assault rifles out,
And the players shouting "Charge!" No wonder.
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The battle was fought and opponents were sought,
Ending for those of the valley.
And once again the trumpeter played,
And both Red and Blue returned to rally.