The Germans advance had cut them through
The Belgian Army fought hard as their legend grew
The British Army helped stem the tide in front of Ypres town
The towns people knew that it could all end in a frown
The stone lions on the bridge across the ramparts moat
Had guarded the bridge and they needed their defence to float
So they placed straw into their mouths and stated to all present
That Ypres would stand until the lions had finished so pleasant
So the Great War blasted the old world away but it will be said
The town did not fall and the Germans finally from this town fled.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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