Spur of the Moment -- Part 1

From our current affairs editor Lemuel Stuart III:

Donald Trump saw a military parade in France for Bastille Day, and now he wants his very own military parade  That’s right, Cap'n Bone Spurs wants a military parade in his honor.  Of course, the North American Association of Bone Spur Sufferers is against the idea.
 
“What about all those men and women with bone spurs who wanted to serve in the military but couldn’t?” said Cuthbert J. Twillie, the Chief Interactional Developer and Legacy Mobility Director of the NAABSS. “Think of the impact this would have on their emotions and their mental stability?”

Darryl Trump, Donald Trump’s brother and Lead Functionality Officer and Senior Accountability Administrator at the Donald J. Trump Center for the Study of Bone Spurs and Bone Growths (pictured above on the right) said that the NAABS concern is immaterial. 
 
“We’ll just round up the bone spur crybabies and throw them in the back of a truck,” said Trump.  “They can bring up the back of the parade.  It's happened before."

Trump was referring to the fact that many military parades following World War II included truckloads of bone spur deferments at the end of each parade. 

Pictured below left:  Bone Spur Deferments in a post-WW II military parade in Gobblers Crossing, Alabama. 

​Pictured below right:  Donald Trump's bone spur.  Yes, that is what kept him from serving in the military.  It's a wonder that the man can golf, let alone walk.

Emmett Lee Dickinson once wrote about bone spurs (below on the left) -- but noted that the victim of such an affliction "would reject" any associated pain "had he the power to serve."  Not so in the case of Donald Trump.  The only medals Trump has "earned" are those given to him -- merely a hollow charade.  

Dickinson's poem certainly did not inspire Trump to serve; however, it did inspire third cousin Emily to pen her poem "That short, potential stir" (below on the right).
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
That short – and painful spur
That each can make us wince –
That Hustle so industrious
‘Tis foremost Consequence –
 
It is the pain of Death
That touches, oh, the Nerve
That every Victim would reject
Had he the power to serve –

By Emily Dickinson:
 
That short – potential stir
That each can make but once –
That Bustle so illustrious
'Tis almost Consequence –

Is the eclat of Death –
Oh, thou unknown Renown
That not a Beggar would accept
Had he the power to spurn –