DIDANT WONA KILL 'IM (WW1)
I didant wona kill 'imI didant wona kill any one
It were 'im or me
He were a big bloke
Wide and high a giant of a man
No mans land mostly mud
On he came - his eyes fixd on me
I pissed my self and thats no lie
As he kept comeing
Sagent said: '' Right Lads Let 'Em Have It!
As I said I did not wona kill that Frizzee
So I aimed at his leg, court 'im up high
Still he kept on coming towards - ME
I fired again, this time I got 'im in the guts
My .303 bullet when clean through 'im
Strait into the bloke behind him! Killing 'im dead out right dead!
Me pal, Erney standing beside me said, '' Fook me, Bill, two for one!
Last words of Earney, a sniper did for me pal - took ' 'alf his face away
Then I - SO NOW WONTED TO KILL THAT FOOKING JERRY THE BASTID!
The German I'd shot in the guts, were on his knees, holding his guts in - trying to That is!
But his intestines were not having it - slipped through his fingers
Out of the corner of my eye - I could see me Pal Erney, laying at the bottom of the Trench - so I put another .303 into that fooking German!
The Jerry' called it a day, went back to their trench
The War went on
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2021-04-06 at 18:50
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