Thanks Be

That paper bauble or that stylish brooch
In taste impeccable, and yet discreet:
Commemorating Army, Air Force, Fleet -
So potent, yet so well beyond reproach;
This yearly pomp, which courteously allows
Economy-sized hearts and minds to dwell
On those we blasted, bombed, bereaved so well
At your behest, and whom you cannot house -

For this we thank your worships, humbly raise
To cold forelocks our patriotic stumps;
And wait for the explosions of your praise
To blow our regiments a few more chumps.
Our sacrifice, thanks be! was not for nought;
Assuredly, it was for this we fought.

Lofty Bloodworth