Edwardj Clark Poet Rhyme

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

We marched two by two along
Muddied path leading to gallows 
Corner, singing with voices strong ;
Full of hope as dashing callow. 

Ripe to be picked and Ripe
To be plucked for we had yet
To taste the battle of snipe
And shot, splinter; bayonette. 

We arrived at our trench
Paid for with the King's shilling 
And breathed in the stench,
Our home for the killing

Of the Bosch a hundred 
Yards in front of us.
Through the looking glass thread-
Bare suits steeled to cus!.

The shelling sprang to life
And screamed overhead 
At enemy lines, and strife
Clothed them as they lay dead.

Or so we thought with shell
Of victory diminished, like lambs
To the slaughter we fell, fleeced
Of our youth, once boastful rams.

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