Mugeria Forest Poem by John Sensele

Mugeria Forest



Captain Muso and his platoon combed every inch of the Mugeria forest
Where Greg put their skills to the test
‘That structure over there is Greg's hideout
Of this fact I have no doubt.'

Greg's close-set eyes looked at his black magic radar
Where about five hundred metres away he spied a hangar.
‘Let Captain Muso dare me.
In his military fatigue, Greg'll pee.'

Lieutenant Sure peeled off his combat jacket, trousers and underwear.
‘I'm ready, captain, I swear
This time Greg won't escape
Despite the charms on his nape.'

Captain Muso clicked his rucksack open
He enjoyed the forest Greg thought was his den.
His fingers rummaged through the rucksack
Until they deftly peeled off an amulet pack.

‘Here you are, lieutenant.
Pretty soon Greg'll be death's tenant.
I trust your sniping skills
Which have helped the platoons conquer several enemy hills.'

Lieutenant Sure opened the parcel and gazed at the powder
Whose brown with leafy materials would confer on him supernatural power.
‘This stuff smells like cannabis.
This look like the talon of an ibis.'

Greg's short, pot-bellied frame came out and swaggered towards the platoon
In the oppressive heat of the Mugeria Forest, his instincts told him it was noon.
‘The radar can't seem to show the cowards
Who a few minutes earlier were crawling forwards.'

As Greg started to jump, lieutenant Sure fired the powder in his direction
To distract his attention.
‘I hope it works
Cos it's giving me terrible shakes.'

Greg stood rooted to the ground
Where Captain Muso he expected to pound.
‘You fools, come here so I can wipe you out
And end your gout.'

Greg tried to move but failed
Him the platoon had nailed.
He lay prostate in the Mugeria Forest
Without further protest.

Lieutenant Sure blew more powder on Greg.
Greg fell to the ground and broke a bow leg
‘Mission accomplished, captain.
The vermin has finally said amen.'

‘Captain, Greg has regained consciousness.
It would have been a mess.
He must face justice
And for his heinous crimes paid the right price.'

Monday, July 18, 2016
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John Sensele

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Ndola, Zambia
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