From the ww1 diary of Jack Martin , edited by Richard Van Emden. I have edited an excerpt from the book in in to a story/poem . As I tend to do.



TOTTIES AND A BOMBE

Tommy McLaughlin were cooking up some potatoes ,

Though Tom called totties ,

To get a better blaze ,

He looked around ,

Ter find something handy ,

He saw something , handy ,

For building up the hand made grate ,

The stone had a peace of wood encased in mud,

''That's handy'' , thought , Tommy ,

Tommy duly added it to his own made grate , pushing the twelfth inch,

Wooden shaft in too the fire , it were German stick granade! ,

Tommy had un handily found ,

To Tommy , it were just a peace of wood jammed in to an old tin can that once

Contained , Jam probably strawberry at that ,

It began to burn and sizzle , '' that's strange '' , began to think , Tommy ,

Then , Jack realized it was rather wrong , he was quick like that , was ,

Old Tommy ,

He realized he had no bangers , sausages to you , a cooking in his fire ,

Then quicker than that , he snatched the offending German bomb out ,

Of the cooking fire , dropped it in the mud stamped it in ter the mud ,

'' He told his pal's , '' I was not brave '' , '' I did not wont too loose me totties!'' '' that would never do

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet







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Written on 2011-03-26 at 20:19

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I'd jump in to same me grub as well!
It is commendable of Jack to attempt to allay the fear and keep the darkness at bay in the face of certain death.
2011-03-28