Best Loos Poems

Slaughter amongst the slag heaps
Bodies bowed over barb wire
Screeching, screaming
artillery arching above
soon to descend
amputating limbs
shattering skulls
blood and brains
splattering stains on
comrades too close
mixing with the mud

Grappling with grenades
Supplies short
London, Lancashire
and Lancaster lads
battling like beasts within
that Hohenzollern horror
hoping to hold it
Bayonets tear through torsos
Poison perfumes the air
wafting...

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Mr. Loo’s wife played pitcher on the junior league
Her tireless volunteering was impressive indeed.
She helped the customers who were in dire need.
Her shirt today features the “gal who was never full of greed.”
She was a great pitcher, and sometimes a batter too.
I have marvelous memories...

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