Stories from Salonika and Gallipoli, item 7

• May 12, 2017 22:22:52 C Weddo

  Our time for meditation, was of infinitesimal duration,

  And eventually one day all ranks were ordered to parade,

  Each man in full equipment, as quite possibly a shipment

  Of us to some other country would most certainly be made.

  In Egypt next we landed Thats a place profusely sanded

  Sand was the chief ingrident for breakfast, dinner, tea.

  When caught out in a blizard, you'd feel just like the gizard

  of a parrot picking particles most promiscuously.

  
  

  Through that arid waste we wandered, and precious time we squandered

  Viewed the monuments of the Pharos, the Peramids and the Phinx.

  We associated daily with a motley crowd and gaily

  Soudaneese and Abbynasians, Jews, Arabs, Japs & Chinks

  
  

  Our food was spiced with platitudes, terminological inexactitudes

  Concerning the termination of the dread catastrophy.

  But we kept perambulating, old Felix Imitating

  Till like Moses and his followers we arrived at the Red Sea.

  There disciplinary action was the principle actration, 

  We were drilled and mucked about until they said we looked like men,

  Then deloused and fumigated, feeling quite rejuvinated, 

  About turn was the order, and we started back again.

  A rumour circulated we were being repatriated

  Looked hopeful when we boarded ship at Alexandria

  But our hopes evapourated, when the orderes  indicated

  The port that we were bounded for was called Salonica.

  
  

  That port was most enthralling, but the country was appalling

  T'was inhabited by people call the Macedonians

  It was there in distant ages, we're informed by the Sages

  St Paul preached his epistle to the Tesalonians

• February 19, 2017 08:50:53 Ruth Lockley

  Our time for meditation, was of infinitesimal duration,

  And eventually one day all ranks were ordered to parade,

  Each man in full equipment, as quite possibly a shipment

  Of us to some other country would most certainly be made.

  In Egypt next we landed Thats a place profudely sanded

  Sand was the chief ingrident for breakfast, dinner, tea.

  When caught out in a blizard, you'd feel just like the gizard

  of a parrot picking particles most promiscuously.

  Through that arid waste we wandered, and precious time we squandered

  Viewed the monuments of the Pharos, the Peramids and the Phinx.

  We associated daily with a motley crowd and gaily

  Soudaneese and Abbynasians, Jews, Arabs, Japs & Chinks

  Our food was spiced with platitudes, terminological inexactitudes

  Concerning the termination of the dread catastrophe.

  But we kept preambulating, old Felix Imitating

  Till like Moses and his followers we arrived at the Red Sea.

  There disciplinary action was the principle actration, 

  We were drilled and mucked about until they said we looked like men,

  Then deloused and fumigated, feeling quite rejuvinated, 

  About turn was the order, and we started back again.

  A rumour circulated we were being repatriated

  Looked hopeful when we boarded ship at Alexandria

  But our hopes evapourated, when the orderes  indicated

  The port that we were bounded for was called Salonica.

  
  

  That port was most enthralling, but the country was appalling

  T'was inhabited by people call the Macedonians

  It was there in distant ages, we're informed by the Sages

  St Paul preached his epistle to the Tesalonians

  
  

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