R
Robert Harrison
Guest
Thank you Mister Anderson
(Part Two)
Wooomp. Barbara screamed,
And we all messed ourselves this time.
The tablecloth at the shelters entranced
Flapped first in then out, in, out as shock
Wave after shock wave hit us from the
Exploding land mine. (You can always tell)
I could hear the grass on top of the shelter
Rustle as it swayed in harmony to the
Waves of unseen sound, which moved
Anything in its path. Bean sticks
Rattled, Green houses rattled and
Falling stone and earth rattled upon
Slated rooftops.
Those bl..dy Germans shouted dad,
I’ll kill the bu..ers if I get hold of them.
The house Stan, is it still there, cried mom.
Shurrup our Barbara you aint dead.
Mom, cried Fred, I’ve messed mi pants.
So ‘ave the rest of us said Vic.
The house Stan, is it? Yes Elsie, it’s still there
But some poor devil must have copped it.
We were all out of the shelter by now
Barbara had stopped screaming, but Fred
Was still fidgeting a bit.
The morning seemed a long time in coming.
But it did. All of the kids from the area
Were late for school that morning. We were
All gathered in the back garden of the Rogers,
Well what was left of it, there was now a bloomin’
Great hole, and the backs of three houses
Were gone, and not twenty yards from the rim
Of the crater leaned the Rogers shelter as shiny
As the day the council put it in. (I think the Jerry
Was aiming for it)
At nine o’clock we watched as a late bomber
Dropped its last bomb, aiming for a fiddling single train
Line that went to heavens knows where,
Missed by thirty yards and blew up our
Fish and chip shop. War can be cruel at times.
(Part Two)
Wooomp. Barbara screamed,
And we all messed ourselves this time.
The tablecloth at the shelters entranced
Flapped first in then out, in, out as shock
Wave after shock wave hit us from the
Exploding land mine. (You can always tell)
I could hear the grass on top of the shelter
Rustle as it swayed in harmony to the
Waves of unseen sound, which moved
Anything in its path. Bean sticks
Rattled, Green houses rattled and
Falling stone and earth rattled upon
Slated rooftops.
Those bl..dy Germans shouted dad,
I’ll kill the bu..ers if I get hold of them.
The house Stan, is it still there, cried mom.
Shurrup our Barbara you aint dead.
Mom, cried Fred, I’ve messed mi pants.
So ‘ave the rest of us said Vic.
The house Stan, is it? Yes Elsie, it’s still there
But some poor devil must have copped it.
We were all out of the shelter by now
Barbara had stopped screaming, but Fred
Was still fidgeting a bit.
The morning seemed a long time in coming.
But it did. All of the kids from the area
Were late for school that morning. We were
All gathered in the back garden of the Rogers,
Well what was left of it, there was now a bloomin’
Great hole, and the backs of three houses
Were gone, and not twenty yards from the rim
Of the crater leaned the Rogers shelter as shiny
As the day the council put it in. (I think the Jerry
Was aiming for it)
At nine o’clock we watched as a late bomber
Dropped its last bomb, aiming for a fiddling single train
Line that went to heavens knows where,
Missed by thirty yards and blew up our
Fish and chip shop. War can be cruel at times.
