THE NIGHT BEFORE MUNDA
It was the night before Munda, when all through the house.
Not a creature was stirring,... no spoons and no mouse.
The maps and sectors were put in to place.
In hopes that the Scav would make no mistakes.
The Scav was nestled all snug in his bed.
While visions of enema danced in his head.
The take off next day was at T-ZERO.
The Scavenger hoped he'd soon be a hero.
His mission was to be a good scout.
His comrades awaited the sound of his shout.
The time passed slowly as onward he flew.
The moments grew tense, his anxiety grew.
When all of a sudden there arose such a sight.
The enema Bomber wing in all of their might.
Then down came the fighters they lanced through the sky.
Scav. must report, for soon he would die.
The radio came on, the message was fast.
"Come Kotoshi and Bebop, on Twisted and Crash.
To the top of my sector I'm in 2 comma 2.
Hurry Grey Eagle, and Bushwacker too.
The fighters came down, their tracers flashed red.
Scavenger knew, he soon would be dead.
The flames then burst from the front of his Zero
Yes, he would die, but die as a hero.
As he started to burn he heard so much chatter
He listened to hear what could be the matter.
The radio broadcasted, the words he most feared.
Scav, reported the wrong sector, no bombers are here.
His earphones turned red as his Commander exclaimed
This could cost us the battle, God, Dweebs are a pain!
