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Crikey!
Very Kipling-esque. "Tup" hee hee
mentioned
..in the new poems review.
The White Man's Burden?
Good fun .Its good to see something so energetic and 'incorrect' for a change. Birmingham only scans with American pronunciation. Brits would say either Birminggum or Brum', any way guns were made there and swords generally in Sheffield.
Thanks
nice finish.......
on this one. i can see the accent thing in it too. nicely done......don
Good Fun but..
..completely wrong. The Empire was built by private enterprise and only took in hand by the British State to correct the wrongs of laisez faire capitalists. In the beginning of the Indian enterprise most British adventurers admired the Indian culture and turned native. The British were the first country to ban slavery, 65 years before America and the Netherlands being the last country to ban slavery. But point taken. It's just a poem and a good romp.
b'brig
I can picture you
having ale and shouting out this poem. I looked up tup, though it was obvious what it meant. The dictionary says it means to copulate with a ewe. hmmm... lol
I wrote
I wrote this when I was at work, with no way to research particulars, but I didn't really care. I was going for what sounded right. I don't have a clue what beetle root is. It just sounded good coming out of the mouth of a cynical Sgt. Major speaking a drunken poem to his charges as they sail off to death. Or glory!
The visual was painted with flair!
Well...correct or not it sure made me rush to the fridge and pull out a chilled amber brew. Cheers my sweets!
Fun
I've always admired your irreverence.
Glad I wasn't the only one who thought of Gunga Din.
It's easy to love England now daysI
Gone is the Empire; forlorn is the island on which the sun glooming setting every single day. Thank god (and the queen) - there's still a cheer and a drop of alcohol to brighten the foggy days and cloud my mind. Now, to this day I can’t explain how come those bloody natives did manage at the end, to kick our asses lads so bad, I still can’t sleep on me back? Hey! Let's have another round of cheers and dream aloud of good old times when the lads kicked ass of every nation land and creed! Now do me a favor dear and close the telly and quick I do not wish to watch any of these news indeed!
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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