Jessie Pope

(18 March 1868 - 14 December 1941 / Leicestershire, England)

Jessie Pope Poems

1. Captive Conquerors 5/5/2011
2. Motor Martyrdom 5/5/2011
3. To A Stout Shepherdess 5/5/2011
4. Loot! 5/5/2011
5. The Longest Odds 5/5/2011
6. The Two Goliaths 5/5/2011
7. A Valentine [from An Old Lover] 5/15/2012
8. The Comet 5/15/2012
9. A Vain Appeal 5/15/2012
10. Cobbers 5/15/2012
11. A Sore Point 5/15/2012
12. Ware Wire! 5/15/2012
13. The Clerk Of The Weather 5/15/2012
14. A Close Finish 5/15/2012
15. Coo-Ee 5/15/2012
16. A Royal Cracksman 5/5/2011
17. The War Budget 5/5/2011
18. The Nut 5/5/2011
19. An Overlord 5/5/2011
20. To A Taube 5/5/2011
21. A Muff 5/15/2012
22. An Anzac Cap 5/15/2012
23. Crumbs Of Comfort 5/15/2012
24. De Wet 5/5/2011
25. April Antidotes 5/5/2011
26. Three Jolly Huntsmen 5/5/2011
27. The Nut’s Birthday 8/31/2010
28. The Outpost 5/5/2011
29. Love's Sacrifice 5/15/2012
30. Love In A Mist 5/15/2012
31. A Cossack Charge 5/5/2011
32. The Lads Of The Maple Leaf 8/31/2010
33. The Zeppelin Armada 5/5/2011
34. The K A Boys 5/5/2011
35. Snowflakes 5/15/2012
36. An Anzac Poem 5/15/2012
37. The Niggers 5/15/2012
38. Another Pair Of Sleeves 5/5/2011
39. Captain Von Muller 5/5/2011
40. Silent Camp 5/5/2011
Best Poem of Jessie Pope

Who's For The Game?

Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight?
Who’ll toe the line for the signal to ‘Go!’?
Who’ll give his country a hand?
Who wants a turn to himself in the show?
And who wants a seat in the stand?
Who knows it won’t be a picnic – not much-
Yet eagerly shoulders a gun?
Who would much rather come back with a crutch
Than lie low and be out of the fun?
Come along, lads –
But you’ll come on all right –
For there’s only one course...

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The Knitting Song

SOLDIER lad, on the sodden ground,
Sailor lad on the seas,
Can't you hear a little clicketty sound
Stealing across on the breeze?
It's the knitting-needles singing their song
As they twine the khaki or blue,
Thousands and thousands and thousands strong,
Tommy and Jack, for you.

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