Sunday, April 19, 2015

Poisonous Gas by Beth Stringer

Alas I smell gas!
The war is so mighty
When will I ever go back to Blighty
I hope the war won't last long
What is that smelly pong?
Britain is the biggest nation
Where is the cleaning station?
I wear khaki-green
All my comrades are so lean
We have guns, no buns
I am underage, locked up in a cage, captured by Germany
We had a night attack and I am free
Sadly I got covered in wee
I see a wild boar lying down on the floor
He was shot (not by a robot)

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