THE UNFORTUNATE LOT OF A PRIVATE NAMED POTTS.
At last it was time to leave the front line
And the lads stood in line, calm and steady
Except sadly, for one , ( who'd at least, found his gun )
But otherwise wasn't quite ready.
Said the sergeant-major
Now is the hour
The Hun's bound to run, he's outnumbered!
Said a voice from the ranks
To be perfectly frank
It would seem that someone has blundered!
Loaded up as we are
'Twould seem better by far
If we was to advance unencumbered.
You'll have to attack
With your pack on your back
'Cos who will look after it
Till you get back?
And then, perchance, at your next kit inspection
Your sarge, not expecting any less than perfection
Might say " Private Potts, you've been over the top,
But our front line has not,
Been advanced; not one jot!"
So if there's found missing, from your issued equipment
One insignificant item, you'll be labeled delinquent
I say said the officer, that's a bit strong!
In fact, it's all tommy rot
If he shoots all his bullets, going over the top
Will he have to pay for the lot?
Then up piped Potts
Saying, "The officer's got
The high moral part in this story
And I'll hope he'll deflect the sergeant's fury
When defects are found in my inventory"
So if I don't come back
With my back-pack intact
Perhaps it's best if I fall,
And don't come back at all
And if the sergeant-major cares
To go out under fire
He'll find my back-pack
Out there on the wire
And he's welcome to check
If everything's there
'Cos by then I don't think
That I'll really care
© nigel hallworth 2014