by | Oct 29, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Nah then Tommy, as you’re lying there
Nah then Tommy, blink back a tear
I know you got two bleeding stumps
But it were just a scratch.

Nah then Jones, don’t heave a sigh
Let the whole thing pass you by
Even though you got it in the eye
It were just a scratch.

Nah old friend, shrapnel in your head
Half alive, wish you were dead
Don’t you worry, don’t you fret
It were just a scratch.

So, come on Joe, stump up some cash
It’s not as though you’re being rash
A little out, maybe much more back
And with just a scratch.


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