THATS GLORY THAT IS! (A WW1 WORK) (Relervant Addiatans)

As we were burying the dead - some not for the first time!
Shells 'ad churned some back up again!
G'd, the stench! Still, we should of by now got used to that!
Some how you never kind of do! Not recommended - on a full belly!
Let me let me tell yer!
Now a skinful of army rum, 'elp some!

I saw a young lad, I say, young, WE WERE ALL bleeding - young, when we got 'ere!
Any way, the lad were looking like, thoughtful.
I went up to him, like. I said: '' You all right chum? '' ; I were the sagant incharge of the detail'' What you looking at? ''
I ask, him, a privet, not been long with us. Skinny kid, as far as I recall.
He, took a breath, ; '' I'm looking, chum '' ; '' At them bodys! ''

'' Their all dead, some got no arms, no legs, some no bleeding 'eads - their some aint hot nofing at all - just there bleedig trucks! !'' ; '' no legs no bleeding, arms no legs, just torsos! '' ; Says the lad. He repeated 'im self!
'' I know that! '' ; says I , a bit angry ; '' steady on lad! '' ; again says I.
'' Rats, running out, with bits of body's in their teeth! '' ; '' kind of confirms that, lad '' ; '' Just not right! '' ; Says the young lad. '' Thats war that is, lad! '' ; '' Better get used to it! '' ; '' Your see a lot of that, before the wars ended! '' ; I says to 'em!
Now lets get 'em in their glorly - 'oles 'oles, before we get the shits! Shit our self's to death! '' ;
I say! '' ; '' And join them in the a joining glorly 'oles!

'I were looking for the glory, they back home told me about. I'd find out hear ' said the lad. ''; '' Cant see, no glory - there! '' ; bloke at the pave said I would
glory - were in the ordnance - girl up on the stage - saying - she would kiss the first man to come on the stage! I got right up didant I ''. ; I elbowde one bloke in his ribs - back in to the ile!
'' She kissed me on me bleeding - check - what a con! '' ; '' I pated ' er arce didant I! '' ; '' Would you believe it - she stuck in me belly with her bleeding elbow! '' ; '' and what do fink of that?! '' ; '' Norty BOY - she hissed like at me! '' ; '' dont touch what you not afford - not on a bob a day!*

'' Well, lad, thats the only glory, for them - for you - and me - are goner get out 'ere! , and no mistake in this bleeding war! '' ; '' Now stop your gorping - and for fook sanke top your bleeding - rabit - your remerniceing - get digging! ''
Them - 'oles - glory 'oles, fore the glorys dead - 'earos - each and every one - of them - poor bleeders! '' ; '' Will tumbler them all in after - breakfast! ''
'' Right oh, sarge! ''

Now lets get all thea's 'earos 'glory 'oles dug, then we send them to glory! '' '' Breakfast, be getting, cold! ''

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith

* bob a day slang for a shiling

Poetry by ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-24 at 00:42

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