This poem `SOLDIERS` is about being on the piss with the lads.
Pull up a chair
Listener beware
Lets get shit faced
You weren’t even there
Get the beer in
Snigger and grin
Howl like Wildman
My kith and my kin
Embellish the truth
Lift of the roof
Knock back a double
I’m telling the truth
Jack bastards the lot
His bird was a grot
Still married you dickhead?
Oh sorry I forgot
She up sticks and went
Took all the rent
Now lives in Scunthorpe
With an ex Sapper from Kent
Get the beer in
Snigger and grin
Howl like a Wildman
My kith and my Kin
“SOLDIERS”
© Mack (RG) The thoughts of a Falklands War Veteran.
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