A Gathering of Eagles (a poem)

The commies came, the commies saw,

The commies skulked away,

A Gathering of Eagles

Just spoiled their Big Red Day.

The Answer Coalition,

Led by Head Red Brian Becker,

Declined to find out if these birds,

Might have a bigger pecker.


Our eagles gathered by the Wall,

Their talons well extended,

Standing strong and standing tall,

Their war dead well defended.

With eagle eyes they watched

The rats swarm Sheehan’s feet,

Pink mice, their march so botched,

These pinkos squeaked defeat.


A thing we all must understand,

Even though they always lose,

The Reds among us in this land,

Are the darlings of the news.

Their claims to serve the masses,

May bring the media’s attraction,

But these pinkos lose their asses,

When it comes to real-life action.


Fly high you Eagles, soar, from your lofty, special station,

Know this is true forever more; you’ve the blessing of your nation.


Russ Vaughn

An Old War Dog who’s now an Old War Bird


The commies came, the commies saw,

The commies skulked away,

A Gathering of Eagles

Just spoiled their Big Red Day.

The Answer Coalition,

Led by Head Red Brian Becker,

Declined to find out if these birds,

Might have a bigger pecker.


Our eagles gathered by the Wall,

Their talons well extended,

Standing strong and standing tall,

Their war dead well defended.

With eagle eyes they watched

The rats swarm Sheehan’s feet,

Pink mice, their march so botched,

These pinkos squeaked defeat.


A thing we all must understand,

Even though they always lose,

The Reds among us in this land,

Are the darlings of the news.

Their claims to serve the masses,

May bring the media’s attraction,

But these pinkos lose their asses,

When it comes to real-life action.


Fly high you Eagles, soar, from your lofty, special station,

Know this is true forever more; you’ve the blessing of your nation.


Russ Vaughn

An Old War Dog who’s now an Old War Bird