sugar cream pie brigade reports for duty
just as the wind brings the sun upon the hilltop
they will give their lives to humiliate the enemy
this is a battle of moral attrition
of attritious morale
they do not wear those big squeaky shoes for nothing
they are the sounds of approaching defeat
of rising blood sugar
a diabetic foe buried in piles of mangled crust
slipping in mountains of whipped cream
even their tears of the sweetest ambrosia