THE TROUBLE WITH WAR.
The trouble with war
Is it's always the poor
Bloody infantry doing the fighting
And we don't get no thanks
In our 'orrible hot tanks,
Which are noisy, unsafe, and plain frightening.
And ambulance driving
As the shells are arriving
Is quite frankly, far less than enticing.
But a good charge on a horse
Waving sabres of course,
Must be awfully good fun and exciting!
Though I have say, farming
Is much less alarming
Though it can't be much fun if you're French
When some foreigners steal
Your very best fields
To dig up for a muddy old trench.
But then I would say flying's
The best way of dying
If you're thinking of choosing a way
But I'm not, don't you know
So I don't think I'll go
I'd rather be making hay
And now they've put women
To work on the land
I'll be needed here
To lend them a hand
You're quite right - it's my duty
To stay
© nigel hallworth 2014