Yesterday I posted the very poinant poem "Perhaps" by Vera Brittain, which was dedicated to her fiance who died in the first world war.
I said then, that I didn't remember poetry ...Well, that was a lie!
I do remember one poem, and that is "One Fine Day in the Middle of the Night".
PC Warning -
As you can tell by the title it is weird(!) ... probably why I remember it. It is behind the cut - but please don't read if you are upset about disability being mentioned in a silly fashion ... I don't know when it was written, but I know my Mum knew it years before I was born, so if you do read it, read it with that thought in mind.
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
One was blind, the other couldn't see
So they chose a dummy for a referee
A blind man went to see fair play
A dumb man went to shout "hooray!"
A legless donkey walking by
Kicked the blind man in the eye
Knocked him through a 9 inch wall
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to shoot the 2 dead boys
If you don't believe this lie is true
Ask the blind man, he saw it, too!