Humor Fiction posted April 25, 2019 |
Don't believe everything you read
What now Smuckatelly?
by Earl Corp
There was a running cadence in the Army:
Birdie, Birdie in the sky,
Left some whitewash in my eye,
I'm no sissy, I won't cry,
I'm just glad that cows don't fly.
It's said that it's good luck when a bird poops on you. I heard something to make me believe it's true.
It happened to an Army buddy, Smuckatelly. This would be one of the times I wished I was Smuckatelly.
While waiting under a tree for a dress greens inspection, a bird let loose over Smuckatelly's dress uniform.
The sergeant excused him from the inspection, I became jealous. I started shaking the same tree to scare a bird into hitting me too. No such luck.
Smuckatelly, dressed in civies, drinking cold beer, waved at us from the barracks window as the colonel checked us.
God, I hated Smuckatelly.
Flash Fiction contest entry
There was a running cadence in the Army:
Birdie, Birdie in the sky,
Left some whitewash in my eye,
I'm no sissy, I won't cry,
I'm just glad that cows don't fly.
It's said that it's good luck when a bird poops on you. I heard something to make me believe it's true.
It happened to an Army buddy, Smuckatelly. This would be one of the times I wished I was Smuckatelly.
While waiting under a tree for a dress greens inspection, a bird let loose over Smuckatelly's dress uniform.
The sergeant excused him from the inspection, I became jealous. I started shaking the same tree to scare a bird into hitting me too. No such luck.
Smuckatelly, dressed in civies, drinking cold beer, waved at us from the barracks window as the colonel checked us.
God, I hated Smuckatelly.
Birdie, Birdie in the sky,
Left some whitewash in my eye,
I'm no sissy, I won't cry,
I'm just glad that cows don't fly.
It's said that it's good luck when a bird poops on you. I heard something to make me believe it's true.
It happened to an Army buddy, Smuckatelly. This would be one of the times I wished I was Smuckatelly.
While waiting under a tree for a dress greens inspection, a bird let loose over Smuckatelly's dress uniform.
The sergeant excused him from the inspection, I became jealous. I started shaking the same tree to scare a bird into hitting me too. No such luck.
Smuckatelly, dressed in civies, drinking cold beer, waved at us from the barracks window as the colonel checked us.
God, I hated Smuckatelly.
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We all know a Smuckatelly. This is a work of fiction, any similarities between someone living or dead is intentional. No birds were harmed in the writing of this contest entry.
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