Blighty Poems - Poems about Blighty

Spoke to a bloke from Blighty whose wife wouldn't wear a nightie when she rolled over he told me her ankles were tangled then turned back her throat strangled all the more 'I can't retire' she sleepily said so instead she wore bloomers to bed ...

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Let's applaud our Adored Lord Broad Fame and awards Crossing swords & Bossing visiting hordes Name in the frame On Lords boards Cooing..wasn't it grand Tanned boy with headband Wooing the fanned stand No wonder we're so fond Of this towering..glowering Powering flowering blonde Plumping for knees pumping Hearts a jumping All a flutter Tub thumping Jaffas he's a scrumping Utter bowling nutter Batters in tatters On the ropes Slain with disdain Hopes in vain Dope...

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John Thompson 'COMING BACK'    /____BLIGHTY_______ ww1    \...

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Just got back from visit home. Was nice to get out of the desert for a little while.. unfortunately still have to get back to work at some point... pennies saved for months for reprieve from blistering heat leaving sand behind greeted by green grass, cool rain and ale, palate cleansed barefoot dance under stars rolling hills, robins morning songs and crawling...

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My trip to mighty Blighty. At the age of just nineteen I bought myself a ticket Packed up all my bags and stuff And climbed aboard the ship I was off to mighty Blighty. And so I left these Aussie shores And sailed the deep blue seas I crossed so many lovely countries And stopped at quite a few On the way to mighty Blighty. I...

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Stinky Stan the dustbin man Was always less than fragrant The aroma hung like cattle dung And he looked like a vagrant If you saw Stanley at his work You’d never call him posh He wore the same clothes everyday And never seemed to wash Our Stanley wasn’t stupid though In every days collection He’d find some bits worth having And soon had a fine...

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