poem

Tiren Farport soldiers badly. No-one wants him.
Soon enough he'll die and then we can forget.
Oh! The others shot him? Ah then,
Send a message to his mother.
Say we haven't even found 'im yet.

Never even heard of 'im 'til Teusday morning.
Must uv only been here twenty hours.
Couldn't get his clothes on.
Missed the chopper.
Panicking at sirens in the showers.

Tiren Farport soldiered badly. It's not cricket!
Prob'ly even cried or something worse.
Farports are not ninnies.
That's the ticket.
Seems they didn't fool him with their curse.

Tiren Farport soldiered badly.
Someone
Shot 'im!