Pity , the story-poem , has potential. But , some how just not working to my hopes. So may pull it.
Unknown British soldier
Now after The War - a devil dodger - man of the cloth
had given prayers fore those killed during the WAR
me - now I aint got no time fore that - load of bollox - not since The fooking War! You be asking me! What did I do - me - I - survived! A million - there about's - diddant! Just our side - the Germans - the Turks - about the same
I go to the pub - wear me mates is what we do - drink me - our selfs legless!
Strange that is our intent - but some 'our we never do , like - never just cant get that way - to - many good lads - went west - oh what a waist!
Remembering our mates - still in France - Belgium - Italy - Galliploli! - some in Africa
In graves - many aint in any known grave - at all - lost - or blown to bits - fragmented
Some aint laying in graves - some - many were never found! Others - blow to smithereens! Seen - them disappear before me very eyes - just a red mist - like - I did that! one blokes rib - did stab me in me shoulder! Still , got me sent down the line - so - so - I suppose - I should not complain - to much should I!
The Devil dodger - saw 'os in the pub - getting blotto - 'aveing a good go at getting proper pissde off our 'eads - like - good and proper like! As we always do on remembrance day! Just that one day of the year
sober as a rule - rest of the year , well mostly I am soberish! BUT - that one day - I 'as a skinful - let me tell you that fore nowt! At least I try to get rit proper pissed
Well , this Devil Dodger - came right up to 'os in the bar - be didn't 'e! He asked 'os - like, why we wernt on the march - not at the service! Well - were getting right wound up - I were that!
When I'm geting angry , like. I go's quiet - me, pals - know - best to stay clear - of me! When I become like that! They know - thears goner be a ruck!
Well - let me ask - you - did - you go to the fooking war - dodger? '' To be them are all peddlers of religious shIt! '' I went to Sunday school - confirmation classes
and all that shIt! '' '' As did , just about all the lads I joined up - even the Jewish , lads went to heir Synagog - sevry Satuerday , and Friday stuff. Had bit of cock skin cut , like.
'' no my son - I did not - I staid hear - to look after - look after , the troubled soles left with out husbands - sons - who were away at the war '' , he smiled - I - weren't! '' I prayed fore you all - every day and every night , my ---'' he saw the look in my eyes - and did not finish: ''DONT YOU CALL ME SON! '' My eyes were saying! LOUD AND CLEAR!
'' Then Dodger , that explains the carrot tops - around hear! '' Says I! He had red hair. , He were a ginger nut!
He were right shook - when I told 'im , I were not there , like. He ask me why I wernt there. '' well , dodger '' , could not call 'em out else , like. Them blokes of religion , we calld 'em - devil dodgers. As them dodger , it all , some exsepshans , few like.
'' Cos the likes of you , who were there , never whent near the fighting war! ''
'' Sure you prayed - thankful , you were safe out of harms-way! ''
'' I saw , believers in God , devout and all the shIt! '' , '' die , in agony , legless , armless blown , too , blown to kingdom cum! ''
'' Prayed to their God! '', God , he dont deliver - The Devil , now he do deliver! ''
'' DO NOT KILL '' , '' you dodgers preach! '' , '' yet , tell us to go off to war and - KILL KILL! ''
'' I were machine gunner - I killed hundreds - thousands - of God fearing blokes!''
'' You see , me chum , over there - the bloke at quvering , shakeing , he dont look heart do he? '' , '' he were in the raillery - a gunner '' '' he killd , blew to bits many men,'' , '' well , he saw the resolt of his handy work , sent sheills over - laded acording to the details , he and his gun crew were given! '' , only his shels lande on our on lads! '' , been in that state you see before you- ever since! ''
'' You barsteaeds! '' , you sent us off to all that - prayed - fore us - to do that! ''
'' Said - we were about - your - Gods work! ''
Well I lost it didn't I just!. I smashde 'em , 'im in the face, he hit the ground , then I gave 'em , a kicking! Got five years hard labour! It were worth it!
THAT WAR , made me angry - biter - an anger - bitterness - that never left me. I were so as a young bloke - right in to me older years. Saw your grand dad - my son sent off to war. Then I saw you sent off to war - and you a young girl - sorry young woman! Nowt has change at all since I were sent off to war. Now I'm a bitter - angry old bastard!
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THE DEVIL DELIVERS! A ROUGH STORY-POEM! (A RELVANT LAST FEW LINES)
Now I aint proper clever clever we're words like. But I need ter give this wording ago! Still , not 'as if , I'll ever hear , any snigering. If , I were to , well , you dont wona know , like. Me kids and grand kids , keep asking me about The War. And why I did prison time! Well they can read my story after I'm gone!Unknown British soldier
Now after The War - a devil dodger - man of the cloth
had given prayers fore those killed during the WAR
me - now I aint got no time fore that - load of bollox - not since The fooking War! You be asking me! What did I do - me - I - survived! A million - there about's - diddant! Just our side - the Germans - the Turks - about the same
I go to the pub - wear me mates is what we do - drink me - our selfs legless!
Strange that is our intent - but some 'our we never do , like - never just cant get that way - to - many good lads - went west - oh what a waist!
Remembering our mates - still in France - Belgium - Italy - Galliploli! - some in Africa
In graves - many aint in any known grave - at all - lost - or blown to bits - fragmented
Some aint laying in graves - some - many were never found! Others - blow to smithereens! Seen - them disappear before me very eyes - just a red mist - like - I did that! one blokes rib - did stab me in me shoulder! Still , got me sent down the line - so - so - I suppose - I should not complain - to much should I!
The Devil dodger - saw 'os in the pub - getting blotto - 'aveing a good go at getting proper pissde off our 'eads - like - good and proper like! As we always do on remembrance day! Just that one day of the year
sober as a rule - rest of the year , well mostly I am soberish! BUT - that one day - I 'as a skinful - let me tell you that fore nowt! At least I try to get rit proper pissed
Well , this Devil Dodger - came right up to 'os in the bar - be didn't 'e! He asked 'os - like, why we wernt on the march - not at the service! Well - were getting right wound up - I were that!
When I'm geting angry , like. I go's quiet - me, pals - know - best to stay clear - of me! When I become like that! They know - thears goner be a ruck!
Well - let me ask - you - did - you go to the fooking war - dodger? '' To be them are all peddlers of religious shIt! '' I went to Sunday school - confirmation classes
and all that shIt! '' '' As did , just about all the lads I joined up - even the Jewish , lads went to heir Synagog - sevry Satuerday , and Friday stuff. Had bit of cock skin cut , like.
'' no my son - I did not - I staid hear - to look after - look after , the troubled soles left with out husbands - sons - who were away at the war '' , he smiled - I - weren't! '' I prayed fore you all - every day and every night , my ---'' he saw the look in my eyes - and did not finish: ''DONT YOU CALL ME SON! '' My eyes were saying! LOUD AND CLEAR!
'' Then Dodger , that explains the carrot tops - around hear! '' Says I! He had red hair. , He were a ginger nut!
He were right shook - when I told 'im , I were not there , like. He ask me why I wernt there. '' well , dodger '' , could not call 'em out else , like. Them blokes of religion , we calld 'em - devil dodgers. As them dodger , it all , some exsepshans , few like.
'' Cos the likes of you , who were there , never whent near the fighting war! ''
'' Sure you prayed - thankful , you were safe out of harms-way! ''
'' I saw , believers in God , devout and all the shIt! '' , '' die , in agony , legless , armless blown , too , blown to kingdom cum! ''
'' Prayed to their God! '', God , he dont deliver - The Devil , now he do deliver! ''
'' DO NOT KILL '' , '' you dodgers preach! '' , '' yet , tell us to go off to war and - KILL KILL! ''
'' I were machine gunner - I killed hundreds - thousands - of God fearing blokes!''
'' You see , me chum , over there - the bloke at quvering , shakeing , he dont look heart do he? '' , '' he were in the raillery - a gunner '' '' he killd , blew to bits many men,'' , '' well , he saw the resolt of his handy work , sent sheills over - laded acording to the details , he and his gun crew were given! '' , only his shels lande on our on lads! '' , been in that state you see before you- ever since! ''
'' You barsteaeds! '' , you sent us off to all that - prayed - fore us - to do that! ''
'' Said - we were about - your - Gods work! ''
Well I lost it didn't I just!. I smashde 'em , 'im in the face, he hit the ground , then I gave 'em , a kicking! Got five years hard labour! It were worth it!
THAT WAR , made me angry - biter - an anger - bitterness - that never left me. I were so as a young bloke - right in to me older years. Saw your grand dad - my son sent off to war. Then I saw you sent off to war - and you a young girl - sorry young woman! Nowt has change at all since I were sent off to war. Now I'm a bitter - angry old bastard!
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