Down in the trenches
We sit on our benches
Waiting to be called over the top
I feel my heart drop
My stomach lurching
As I see a bird perching
On the wire
The soldiers begin to tire
Here with our brothers
We think of our mothers
We wish them well
While we're stuck in this hell
I am deeply sorry for all the trouble and pain that I have caused @whereismukuro, I should have known better. I should have given you credit, so here is that credit:
credit to you for the maths answers, and for the poem.
I am so so sorry, I apologise profusely.
the third and final part. you deserve credit, for everything that happened today. and also, you deserve a thank you. thank you for saving me from the third falling chair, and also for saving my coat. once again, I am deeply sorry. thank you.
my behaviour was NOT acceptable, and for pretending it was, I am sorry. you do not deserve for your precious words to be plagiarised, and you certainly do not deserve for that to happen twice. once again, I am so sorry. so, so terribly sorry. this is part 2 of 3 of my apology.