I saw a boy marching, with medals on his chest, He marched alongside Soldiers, marching six abreast, He knew it was Remembrance Day, he walked along with pride, And did his best to keep in step with the soldiers by his side. A man in the crowd waved, tears down his face, The little boy he stopped, and shoulders he did brace, "Look you fucking soft cunt, I hate to be abrupt, but your massive gayness offends me, why don't you just man up?" The man he looked despondent and suddenly deprived, "Please don't take away my grief whoredom, it makes me feel alive!" The little boy he shook his head and went to walk away, But the old man was yet to finish with his dripping quim display, "I cry because of the poems and the programmes on TV, It's good to show emotion, wouldn't you agree?" I plaster them on facebook, Rumration and twitter, But the boy said "I have to stop you there you massive crying shitter" "There is no fucking Johnny, nor applauding aircraft lobby, Dad's not on the end of a walky talky you dirty slavering jobby, I bet you watch the millies and sit there weeping like a girl, crying into your Daily mail, you make me fucking hurl," The man then nodded sagely, the boy he was correct, he realised it was about time he regained some self respect, "Thankyou little feller, you're right I was being gay, I'll try some quiet dignity for this remembrance day." By MLP aged 6 1/2.