Rupert , a name given to a second lieutenant. In the British army. Due to the number going out of the line. With feet problems due to being in water for son long. Officers , ordered to check the feet of the men.
Cracking jokes , happy to be a live and in one piece , at least for now!
All parts still attached!
Trying not to remember those who did not make it this time
The dead , the wounded , oh their wounds , who'd not becoming going back
To go over the top , with them again
So a time to joke , funny only to those servings , surviving , who know
What lays with in the jokes , that could never be understood by those back home
Safely back in the pub , supping beer , well out of it , well away from the
Wiz bangs , safe away from snipers and all and all of that disagreeably kind of thing
The soldiery's having a lark about , when the Sargent arivde '' right me lads ''
'' Get your boots and socks off '' , '' the Rupert's goner see who's been not been looking after their tootsies '' , '' woe , be those who's fit only fore discharge!
The first louteant , fresh out from Blighty , probably , a bit wet behind the ears!
We all sat down on ammo box's , having a laff , ready joke at the Rupert!
We took of 'os boots and socks , reedy fore the Rupert's inspection
When he arivde were we in fore a hell of shock!
'' Right '' , '' before any of you's not noticed '' '' I'm from the ranks , The Guards!
'' so look sharp '' , '' any of you step over the line '' , '' I AM NO RUPERT! ''
AND TRUST ME I AINT WET BEHIND THE EARS!
Bloody hell! wot he got , fore ears!
'' I'll 'ave you up on charges , so fast and quick , you wont 'ave time to blink! ''
'' IS THAT UINDERSTOOD? '' , the Rupert spoke , we mumble '' YES '' , ''' YES SIR ''
'' WE UNDESTAND!
A voice from over no mans land : '' JA , VE UNDERSTAND! '' '' HERR LEFTENAN!
Folowde by lafter in both German and English!
Then he said it again , this time only louder , putting the Sargent to shame
'' I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?
'' ER , YES SIR , UNDERSTOOD SIR!
Blime me , we had a proper soldier! so swipe me!
Well at least he'd know what it's all about out hear!
He croushde down cheking out feet for trench foot , Sargent passed him wet rags
Now , thats a new one! , he cleaned on our feet , checked them all good and proper like
Jesus 'im self could no a better job , than the officer did wif us
'' Right Sargent , that three off to the M O , and one on charges ''
'' fore not looking after his feet, '' , saving the Sargent asking what charge
Ken D Williams
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Poetry by ken d williams
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THE RUPERT PLAYS JESUS (WORLD WAR ONE)
The men lay around , resting in the trench , smoking fagsCracking jokes , happy to be a live and in one piece , at least for now!
All parts still attached!
Trying not to remember those who did not make it this time
The dead , the wounded , oh their wounds , who'd not becoming going back
To go over the top , with them again
So a time to joke , funny only to those servings , surviving , who know
What lays with in the jokes , that could never be understood by those back home
Safely back in the pub , supping beer , well out of it , well away from the
Wiz bangs , safe away from snipers and all and all of that disagreeably kind of thing
The soldiery's having a lark about , when the Sargent arivde '' right me lads ''
'' Get your boots and socks off '' , '' the Rupert's goner see who's been not been looking after their tootsies '' , '' woe , be those who's fit only fore discharge!
The first louteant , fresh out from Blighty , probably , a bit wet behind the ears!
We all sat down on ammo box's , having a laff , ready joke at the Rupert!
We took of 'os boots and socks , reedy fore the Rupert's inspection
When he arivde were we in fore a hell of shock!
'' Right '' , '' before any of you's not noticed '' '' I'm from the ranks , The Guards!
'' so look sharp '' , '' any of you step over the line '' , '' I AM NO RUPERT! ''
AND TRUST ME I AINT WET BEHIND THE EARS!
Bloody hell! wot he got , fore ears!
'' I'll 'ave you up on charges , so fast and quick , you wont 'ave time to blink! ''
'' IS THAT UINDERSTOOD? '' , the Rupert spoke , we mumble '' YES '' , ''' YES SIR ''
'' WE UNDESTAND!
A voice from over no mans land : '' JA , VE UNDERSTAND! '' '' HERR LEFTENAN!
Folowde by lafter in both German and English!
Then he said it again , this time only louder , putting the Sargent to shame
'' I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?
'' ER , YES SIR , UNDERSTOOD SIR!
Blime me , we had a proper soldier! so swipe me!
Well at least he'd know what it's all about out hear!
He croushde down cheking out feet for trench foot , Sargent passed him wet rags
Now , thats a new one! , he cleaned on our feet , checked them all good and proper like
Jesus 'im self could no a better job , than the officer did wif us
'' Right Sargent , that three off to the M O , and one on charges ''
'' fore not looking after his feet, '' , saving the Sargent asking what charge
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 689 times
Written on 2014-02-23 at 15:15
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