Anyone for poetry ?

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Bill Bentley
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Anyone for poetry ?

Postby Bill Bentley » Thu Dec 11, 2014 9:04 pm

As a lad in my teens I joined the army
most of my friends said I was quite balmy.
At first, all I wanted was to drive cars
so why did I join the Kings Hussars.

I learned my trades on the Saladin
and when she fired it made us grin.
We also had other armoured cars,
in the 14th/20th Kings Hussars.

I met friends that I still have today,
sadly many have gone, yes passed away.
We all remember true friends and their farce,
from our time in the Kings Hussars.

Bill Bentley 11.12.2014

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Re: Anyone for poetry ?

Postby Jockfoyle » Fri Dec 12, 2014 11:26 pm

A Poem for old rugby players...........

When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s......?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

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Re: Anyone for poetry ?

Postby Bill Bentley » Sat Dec 13, 2014 2:43 pm

Jock, that was a cracker
'bout rugger and old mates,
brings up all the reasons why
I waited 'fore the gates.

Though mates like Trevor Jones
Dusty Binns, Skip Rae and all,
never moaned 'bout broken bones
when they chased that oblong ball.

Glad I didn't 'play' with them
had other things to do,
had to save my ass ...
need a sandbag to tell to you.

When the day is over
and we all are wrecks,
there'll be that bloody Brian Draper
making us scrub the decks.

I wouldn't miss one day
one mo', not two secon's,
'cos we were all Hussars
Kings upon our thrones.

Bill Bentley 13.12.2014

Bill Bentley
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Re: Anyone for poetry ?

Postby Bill Bentley » Sat Dec 13, 2014 4:29 pm

sorry guys but I've got an itchy finger ...

Natalie said:

'Her dad would have someone clean the Pearly Gates',
but I can't see him doing that, to his muckers and his mates.
Some other buggers maybe, but that isn't for us to care,
what them other silly buggers are looking fur up there.

I'm sure that God will have a job for a man like our Brian
who rose all the way to col-o-nel without not even tryin.
I'm sure that there will be a place at the table next to God,
for a chap like our Brian, because he's a lucky bloody sod.

I knew him when he got injured, 'twas many years ago
I was just a junior leader, a cheeky so and so.
Sgt Draper made it back, surprised us all he did,
bet some doubtful buggers lost more 'an a couple o' quid.

Never bet against him, he always comes up trumps
and he never leaves his muckers down there in the dumps.
For he is a man of fortitude, steadfast, loyal and true,
an example for a thousand years, for the likes of me and you.

Bill Bentley 13.12.2014

Bill Bentley
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Re: Anyone for poetry ?

Postby Bill Bentley » Sat Dec 13, 2014 9:12 pm

Last one today, promise ! Having just read that Terry Scott has not been well ...

Wild Terry was a pilot, quite mad but what the heck,
snapped an aerial off my Scorpion, it landed on the deck.
Flying was his forte and his driving was not bad,
when he raced under the guardroom barrier, I swore he was quite mad.

How often he came near to death it's impossible to say
and the stories of our skiing trip I've told on man-y-a day.
It's all a long long time ago and we have both grown old
but the stories of the fun we had will never go untold.

Alas our ways have parted for forty years or more
and now I hear he's been a-standing, up at the big boys door.
Get well Sir, did I ever call you that ?
I can't remember for myself but I know you weren't a pratt.

Looking back so long ago, my memory is all confused,
but what sticks out to me right now is that we were amused.
You were one of the good guys of that I am quite certain
So get a grip and get well soon, it's not your time for the curtain.

Bill Bentley 13.12.2014


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