This is a discussion on The Poetry Corner within the Off Topic & Humor Discussion forums, part of the The Back Porch category; This has been attributed to the late Elmer Keith, but I can't confirm that. It's funny, somehow I never pictured the old Idaho as a ...
This has been attributed to the late Elmer Keith, but I can't confirm that.
It's funny, somehow I never pictured the old Idaho as a poet!
But if he was, he was pretty good.
If with pleasure you are viewing
any work a man is doing,
If you like it or you love him, tell him now.
Don't withhold your approbations
until the parson makes orations,
As he lies with snowy lilies o'er his brow.
For no matter how you shout it,
he won't really care about it,
He won't know how many teardrops you have shed.
If you think some praise is due him,
now's the time to pass it to him,
For he cannot read his tombstone
when he'd dead.
When you’re wounded and left on Afghanistan’s plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains,
And go to your God like a soldier.