conceived in a cellar, of

a Tommy home on leave,

mother waving mistletoe,

shortly she would grieve

official dad inert upstairs

exempt due to his arches,

Tommy back to trenches

bullets or forced marches

killed in action in the mud

in my blood's a war hero,

official dad a profiteer,

moral fibre less than zero

the duality in mistletoe,

fertile of ...

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