The Bloody Soldier

The Bloody Soldier

Bloody boots kicking bloody bums

Over bloody fields, into bloody guns.

Men cursing through bloody throats,

Bloody slaughtered like bloody goats.

In the offce a major picking his nose

Tuts at losses- (men an 'osses). Says “Send up those

Bloody 'Pals' from that neck end town

Let 'em do their bit for the Imperial crown”.

Shot to bloody buggery – all bloody bits

Trodden in the mire, along with Fritz,

Bloody tank churns up bloody mess.

Where's it all going? Who can guess?

Bloody bugle blows a bloody last post.

No more soldiers only a bloody ghost

To tell a bloody tale of heroes tall

Who fell in bloody battle - seems for bugger all.