M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what I can do in ten minutes…
A band of men of dubious past together off to war
to fight the Hun, face Prussian gun and drink and laugh and whore
Into the breach they gladly surge and willingly they lead
to sate desire and feel alive for King and kin they bleed
Their leader ,fearless Jack O’Rourke a fallen catholic priest
now filed with rage and whisky fuelled and dining at war’s feast
His right hand Man Old Jock McCann thrice married thrice bereaved
they died of natural causes if his tales they are believed
The twins, Siamese, dead shots for sure and none that can compare
kills in the high three hundreds and you’ll never know they’re there
Tom Sparrow, mute, his tongue cut out stands silently with poise
and Taylor, prim and proper, college type who loves young boys
With Jones and Simpson hired guns just in it for the coin
and Mason dark of skin and heart and fierce with fist and loin
a band of brothers, horse astride you wont see in your books
but through the bloodied hell of war rode The Galloping Gadzooks
Afterwards 