by | Nov 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

An Old Gunners dinner a solemn affair
Their hair now quite grey, instead of quite fair

No parting in hairstyle, their shiny head Bald
We remember the time, on the parade ground they called

Over such a large distance, almost to far to see
The clear cry came over REPORT HERE TO ME

They no longer dress from the right and in threes
Time takes its toll on old hips and knees

The young ones to day, may regard us as cranks
But together we’ll stand we will not break ranks

Time won’t dull the spirits and friendships we made
Were gathered together as though on parade

Enjoy this Evening and if there’s a chance
Get your favourite Lady to get up and Dance


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