aynat
10-29-2008, 10:41 PM
I writ this after meeting up with an old Gerkin soja named Kris when I wuz a blighter in the trenches.
He said: We slithered up the hill, in the dark of night
The pommies were all scared, had no heart to fight
We found the huns, cut their throats and scalped 'em then and their
A bounty per head was paid, So what if it was dead pommie hair?
We never got any brass to give us shining gongs
We never made the 'glorious few', the stupid pommie nongs
Us Gerkins don't care so much, we had our bloody fun
Slicing a throat with a kris, to us is how it should be done, my son.
He said: We slithered up the hill, in the dark of night
The pommies were all scared, had no heart to fight
We found the huns, cut their throats and scalped 'em then and their
A bounty per head was paid, So what if it was dead pommie hair?
We never got any brass to give us shining gongs
We never made the 'glorious few', the stupid pommie nongs
Us Gerkins don't care so much, we had our bloody fun
Slicing a throat with a kris, to us is how it should be done, my son.