OF HIS MAJESTY'S FORCES
Of His Majesty's Forces
The chaps on the horses
Are, you have to agree, the elite
To go plodding around
Down there, on the ground,
Through the muck and the mud, on your feet,
Is much less dignified
Than riding up high
On a horse in a nice leather seat
But then one might have to leave
One's magnificent steed
And fight on foot on the ground
And then, if you're wounded
And some bits are sore
The fault of this altogether
Unfortunate war
And you're forced to sleep
Between lovely white sheets
You have to admit
That although war is shit
Some of the nurses
Are awfully sweet..
© nigel hallworth 2014