Oh no, there go the sirens,
They’re over’ead again.
Take the kids to the shelter, Ma.
That ‘itler’s a bloomin’ pain.
Night after night for eight months.
When will it ever end?
There can’t be much left to bomb now.
It’s drivin’ us round the bend.
But, of course we’ll never surrender;
We’re British to the core.
And, wiv Winston as our leader,
We’ll win this ruddy war.
And the King and Queen, Gawd bless ‘em,
They won’t let us dahn.
They could ‘ave gone to Balmoral,
But they stayed in London Tahn.
Surrounded by bricks and rubble,
We try to soldier on.
But all the time we’re thinkin’
Of friends and neighbours who’ve gone.
Ah, nah the all clear’s sounded;
We’ve survived anuvver night.
Ready to start annuver day
And carry on the fight.
Bert Higgins
The London Blitz, September 1940 – May 1941 –
In the voice of an Eastender
Researching generally finds the truth
Not accepting the common belief
Or buying into those conspiracy theories
Knowing the facts brings much relief.
The queen did not die in Detroit, my friend,
Despite the reports on the internet,
She succumbed in Scotland at Balmoral
A fact the world should never forget.
I am amazed at the wild speculations
What gets passed around on social media
More so the number who feed on trash
Let’s give a hand to good ol’ Wikipedia.
It constantly serves up helpings of fact
Also, it invites efforts to make it correct
So, when it comes to determining what's right
Be careful with what “facts” you select.
Written September 10, 2022
In the green graced Castle of Balmoral
After she saw Platinum roads and walls
The Queen passed away without a quarrel
Queen of the land where the sun never falls
Now the sun will free her with our prayer calls
Under the rainbow of colours and years
Her brave soul ascended through the sky’s tears
Now, we pray, she will see colours unseen
Now, she will walk on diamond roads of squares
Now, we pray, she’ll live in Pleroma’s green
served her people well
seventy years on the throne
now gone to her rest
Written 8th September 2022
R. I. P Queen Elizabeth who passed away this afternoon at Balmoral in Scotland.
Prince Charles will now become King Charles the 3rd of England
In seventy four we were just lads
They lined us up
In front of the Drill Hall
All a bit strange to us
Some parents too who looked so proud
The courses marched past
Then someone spoke and instructors bellowed
The squads doubled around the parade ground
The parents all laughed and I smiled
An instructor came and called the roll
Parents said goodbye
And they took us to the Quartermasters store
Khaki cotton and a black balmoral
It was the first year of forty-four.
© Paul Warren Poetry
First day as Police Cadets
Acrotic?
Bored, I got sunburnt,
Evidently, I learnt,
Across the road ,
Cantered cane toads,
Henry thought it’s fine,
Bull mastiff Jerry Hog's,
Laugh's at every bodies dogs,
A growling all the time .
No body wore their togs,
Kangaroos were banned,
Elisa sat and did count frogs,
Too hot the ladies fanned,
But later on the Hog had gone,
I thought he did it nicely,
Not the dog on the grog,
Go a bit unsound precisely,Over dog diddle cocked leg widdle, worn so nicely.
ALLITERATION?
Met her on the Balmoral tram in 68 or 9,
mostly she was short and sweet our eyes did lock,
miss Dark hair, she'd brought some wine.
Maybe came together once sublime and then she went away.
My fate to meet, a child to make, & parted from that day.
My boy was born in 69 perhaps an adopted fate,
May wonder where is he now this Dan or Nathan maybe 28?
Abc?
All I wanted was the sex,
But she wanted babies,
Can I take a bloody bex, (pain killer)
Don’t care much for rabies,
Every time I vacillate,
Frown it comes with maybes…
King size prawn cocktail hors d'oeuvre
Duchesse potatoes
Crown roasted ribs of mutton
Balmoral tarlets
Mint imperials
Bourbon bakes
Sheik!
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