THE FACE OF THE BEWILDERD MAN
While researching some thing or other ,The face of a man looked out too me ,
He'd , volunteered , fore the army 1914 ,
He was drunk at the time , as so many were ,
It seamed a good idea at the time to volunteer ,
Now he'd sobered up ,
The marching , bayonet practice , the drill Sargent
Shouting , screaming in his ears ,
The army food not a patch on his old mums grub ,
He lay on the ground knackered ,
Jack was scared stiff ,
How he wished he could leave government acre ,
And goo home to mum ,
His face said it all '' what the fook am I doing 'ear?! ''
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2011-04-24 at 11:48
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