"Poppycock," cried the Major, "poppycock and boulderdash!" His marching boots glistened in the early morning sun. Snapping his heels and turning toward the old soldiers' home dining hall, he further purported that yesterday's rigamarole was bog standard and not to be repeated.
vss365 rigamarole
Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions