The soldiers.
The army marched in a surge,
Like waves driven by an urge;
One could hear their onward forge,
Courage must have taken up charge;
Everything they did was in splurge,
The only way to eat was to gorge;
Their servings had to be very large,
Drenched with a liberal use of Marge;
Mentally they were ready to merge,
On their physical abilities’ verge;
Spiritually they wished to purge,
Is cleansing possible with spurge?
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