They went over the top
The artilory fireing 
Shels landing just in front

Of the front of the advanseing 
Men
Some shels fel stort, killing
Men, own goles, cashaltis
Of freindly fire
At least some made it to the enamy
Trenches
Fiteing hand to hand, right up close
Looking into the eyes of the foe
Byanets, stabibing, blood gushing
Screimes, mersy being ask for
Not a chance, no hope, there
'' It's him or me! ''

The enamys trench is securd
Loses hevy
One of the suvyveing offisers
Calls for a runner to pass on
Requesting reinformants
The runner, begins his run
Back to his lines
He shot on his way
Passes on the request, as he bleeds out
So on and on the request go's
By the time the message arives in back arerers
From '' SEND UP REINFORMANTS - WE'R GOING TO ADVANCE ''
Had become: '' SEND UP THREE AND FUREPENCE WE'R GOING TO A DANCE! ''

Kenny D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet