'222's Up) Poem by Andrew Wright

Home from arbeit, half past four,
Then a mad rush for the door,
Might just make it, "Blast that wire",
Twos up on that blinkin' fire.

What's for tea mate? Where's the wood?
Last week's meat loaf, is it good?
Lost the pan, so borrow Jock's,
"Oi you", twos up with the axe.

Finished? Good, I'll have a go,
Wood won't burn, so puff and blow.
Canadian meat loaf, nice stuffed pork,
Yes, I'm twos up with the fork.

Slight mishap (pan overturned)
Contents black, but not quite burned,
Finished with the table there?
O'ke! Twos up on the chair.

Tea is over, great the need,
To have a wash then sit and read,
What's that called? Let's have a look,
I'll be twos up on that book.

Blackouts down, approaching night,
Soon be time to douse the light,
But think while getting into "kip",
I won't be 222's up on that ship.