A poet from Evergreen, CO submitted this poem:

CHANCE DEPLOYMENT

Flight of ideas. Ticklish bombardier. A target for two, please. Prayer rug here an armoire there. Heavy distillery. Only half kidding. Whelping is my better half. Bombs birthing in air. Going off or not, fun is my mid section. I'll take cadence over tank school. Breastworks. Egypt in the wings. Downtown Memphis before them Yankees get a hold. Radar served at seven. Main course is through the looking glass. Finger bowls. Cigars. And then the European theatre. Speaking of your Captain. Valets front and center. Nostrums over Gettysburg. Drive deep between the eyes and keep it to yourself. I was thinking just the other day. Diplomacy is ballet without the ketchup. Airing out the camels. That's just the sort of thing. And then the Speckled Bird Society unleashed their borzoi. So we dyed the cloud cover. There went the neighborhood. Spotsylvania in her oilcloth brassier. Nobody liked the mango chutney. Captain to ground. Third and final day care. Permission slips. Day passes. Do it or know the reason. All aboard!

--Murray Moulding