'Put That Light Out' Poem by A. P. Herbert

'Put That Light Out'



Germany, your name is Night,
Darkening every coast and clime:
Even when you show a light
It is filthy, it's a crime.

As our punctual blinds come down
And the doodle shows his claws,
This is what annoys the town—
You can break the black-out laws.
July 23,1944

Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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A. P. Herbert

A. P. Herbert

Ashtead, Surrey
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