Poetry Blogs (2019, Swinson)
The Farce of the Fright Brigade
Apologies to Alf
I
Half a brain, half a brain,
Half a brain forward,
All in the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
“Somewhere the Fright Brigade!
Run for the hills!” he said.
Into the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
II
“Fumble, the Fright Brigade!”
Was there a plan arrayed?
Not that the Members knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not ...
Monday 9th September 2019 10:26 pm
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