Email Poem

Your IP Address: 18.223.188.252

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Those yanks in their tanks never got many thanks 
The locals moaned, ‘they’re over here’ *
We Brits had the ration, those yanks sought out passion 
With cigarettes, chocolate and beer

Girls couldn't rely on a whiff of a nylon
So legs got the tea or the gravy **
Eye liner pencil sufficed for the seam
The trick was to not make it wavy

But Typhoo and Bisto for fellas from ’Cisco
Was something quite hard to explain
Those girls would do lock ins with painted on stockings
All thankful that it didn't rain

Then with the war over and husbands at Dover
And Uncle Sam’s troops on their toes
Wives by the dozen had buns in the oven
And those baby’s dads were John Does

             ——

* Over paid, over sexed and over here - a reference to American GIs
who came, seemingly, laden with otherwise rationed goodies.

** In the absence of nylons/stockings, women would ‘stain’ their legs
with tea and draw on the seam. According to Mr Google, some even
used gravy. Neither were waterproof and rain (in Britain?) was to be
avoided at all costs.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required