THE House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din; 'We're sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!' I'd like to see a Tank come down the stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or 'Home, sweet Home', And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL MALVERN HILL [JULY 1, 1862] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE RAIN ON FALL NIGHTS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL THE WATCHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LOVE AND HOPE by FRANCIS BROOKS KING PHILIP'S MEN by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN |