We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Strainthorpe played full-back instead
Of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet; and dropped back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
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its a pretty good poem
its quite a good poem, i like it ..i hav to write an essay on it tomorrow in an exam, AHH! -
this is rather accurate of the gallipoli campaign at Lone Pine is it not? or at least in basics, such as the everyday death and persistent firefighting across no-man's land
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i like this
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