'Decorations' Poem by Res John Burman

'Decorations'



A telephone call
Do I want my medals engraved?
49 years late


They were not so keen
To hand out decorations
When the sh*t hit the fan


Just in time to go
On the lid of my coffin
My grateful country


At least HM the Queen
Sends me my pocket money
Regularly…


Bless Her



Copyright © Res JFB 17th October 2012

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London, Middlesex, England
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