English Nurses with Americans in France, item 7

• January 23, 2018 20:27:44 Caroline Cantor

  The C.C.C. Contd.

  
  

  Pleasure must end - Down below we must dwell

  In vain we muttered a cuss.

  That it was too rough, we cared not a hang

  A Waac could never be ill.

  Lasses in khaki must ne'er feel a pain

  Be gay + ne'er need a pill.

  OH. - The scene soon changed it was all in vain

  And soon it was a bad case.

  This small band of Waacs all soon felt a pain

  And surprised looked every face.

  Now into her bunk each khaki girl crept

  Declaring she'd go to sleep.

  Longing for "DEATH" very soon they all wept

  Even to die in the deep.

  Many grabbing for lemons soon were seen

  Others less lucky cried "share."

  Now over her bunk some poor wretch would lean

  shouting "If dead I'd not care."

  Then green in the face, her lemon she'd grab

  Hopeless though + all in vain

  And the nearest one's TIN she'd try to  nab 

  That tin that relieved her pain

  Countless the hours to that motley crew

  (more curiosity please)

  
  

  pital-Boat-and-Lemons-that-C-  Written perpendicular to the main text in the left hand margin. "pital" follows on from "hos" from the first page of this poem 

  
  

  
  

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