Once upon a time there was a soldier
who could only get annoyed about small things.
He worried that this made him shallow.
Throughout a career in the army
he was injured many times but he said
what scarred him most was
butter in the jam and inferior washing up.
When he was taken hostage
he begged and screamed to be killed because
the comrade who shared his cell was so unbearable.
This comrade thought an Espresso was pronounced Expresso
and it never seemed like the right time to correct him.
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