Nearly Freedom Fighters

A day of proud solemnity
Is what this holiday should be.
In quiet contemplation sit
And ponder what it means, to wit:
In honor of the brave who fell
We’ll mattresses and box springs sell
At prices so profoundly slashed
The buried dead will wish they’d cashed
Their chips in past the end of May
So they could rest in peace the way
Their living kin tonight will do,
With interest-free financing, too!
They lie beneath that we up top
May take a day off work to shop.

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