Brew Time

by | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I have never enjoyed a cup of tea more
Than with your mates on a hill when your knackered and sore
The pain goes away with the jokes and the crack
You cant even feel the Bergen blisters burst on your back
The simple taste of the tea is not earl grey or PG Tips
It don’t matter you see when it crosses your lips
“Right lads fags out, get your arses in gear”
The stumbling and cursing and dreaming of beer
A cold patch of sweat makes you shiver and sway
Up this big bastard hill for another days pay
How you wish you were at the front like the Corporal speed freak
He’ll be first with his `hexy` when he gets to the peak.


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