Well sitting here I decided I was going to do a little SW trooper poem Hope you all enjoy it as much as I had writing it.
Here I sit alone and blue.
Thinking of a stormie, I once knew.
He joined the empire, it's what he knew.
To kill the rebels, he wanted to do.
Now he lays among the dead.
A rebel shot him in the head.
For had he knew on that day.
The rebels all would say.
No stormie ever would they fear.
As you know with every year.
A stormies shooting is at best.
Never accurate, we can all attest.
So here I sit, thinking only if,
He would have joined the rebels swift.
Shot in the head he wouldn't get.
Without the helmet, he could see the threat.
Hope you all enjoyed this little poem