Half a loaf, half a loaf, Half a loaf? Um-hum? Down through the vale of gloom Slouched the ten million, Onward th' 'ungry blokes, Crackin' their smutty jokes! We'll send 'em mouchin' 'ome, Damn the ten million! There goes the night brigade, They got no steady trade, Several old so'jers know Monty has blunder'd. Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to buy the pie, Slouching and mouching, Lousy ten million! Plenty to right of 'em, Plenty to left of 'em, Yes, wot is left of 'em,Damn the ten million. Stormed at by press and all, How shall we dress 'em all? Glooming and mouching! See 'em go slouching there, With cowed and crouching air Dundering dullards! How the whole nation shook While Milord Beaverbrook Fed 'em with hogwash! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THREE THROWS AND ONE by JANE BARLOW |