Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy
Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems
|2.||Passing The Love Of Women||9/17/2010|
|6.||Solomon In All His Glory||9/17/2010|
|8.||I Know Not Where They Have Laid Him||9/17/2010|
|10.||To Stretcher Bearers||9/17/2010|
|12.||What's The Use Of A Cross To 'Im?||9/17/2010|
|15.||Non Angli Sed Angeli||9/17/2010|
|17.||What's The Good?||9/17/2010|
Our Padre were a solemn bloke,
We called 'im dismal Jim.
It fairly gave ye t' bloomin' creeps,
To sit and 'ark at 'im,
When he were on wi' Judgment Day,
Abaht that great white Throne,
And 'ow each chap would 'ave to stand,
And answer on 'is own.
And if 'e tried to charnce 'is arm,
And 'ide a single sin,
There'd be the angel Gabriel,
Wi' books to do 'im in.
'E 'ad it all writ dahn, 'e said,
And nothin' could be 'id,
'E 'ad it all i' black and white,
And 'E would take no kid.
And every single idle word,
A soldier charnced to say,
'E'd 'ave it...
There's another gorn to glory!
Damn and blast these blinkin' 'Uns!
Where's our damn retaliation?
What's the matter wiv the guns?
If they'd only give 'em rations
Same as they keeps givin' us,
They'd soon stop their bloomin' antics —
Gawd, it makes a fellah cuss.
One by one I sees 'em goin’