Saturday, 14 June 2014


This word is worse than 'galumphing'!

Gentlemen, I implore you, think before you leap.
Your masters may tell you, 'jump' but if my heart you wish to keep,
You will rebel, you will say no, you will refuse to go.
I have loved you all and your demise will be my final woe,
I imagine your uniforms smart and tight,
Those boots I watched you polish - oh so bright,
You march in line, each there for the other,
But, I implore you please, do not forget your mother.

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