The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

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

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