I was invited by Pancho, for brunch
Said it was time, to meet the whole bunch
So, I went to his villa, found out he’s a guerilla
Still, he knew how to serve a great lunch

So we ate, drank, and talked for hours
About his army, and all of his powers
I left, in a hurry, before my eyes got too blurry
Poor Pancho, things were looking quite dour

Well, that was the last time I saw him
Seems he knew that his chances were slim
Said goodbye to his men, never heard from again
Now they all sit around, rather grim

 

August Writing Prompt – Pancho Villa – Day 5/31

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