Paths of bottle tops
Crushed No.6 packets
Slewn mock-cream cakes
Struck Lucifers cast fortunes
And line the path to
Victory destruction
In the air, traces of
Ghost embraces
Where Elsie last saw him
Now, he shone in her tear
Memories of a snatched scribble...
I love you, I'll be home, soon...
German POWs drafted to Old London Town
With brushes, mops, and elbow grease
They can ruddy well clear it up!
The division
From the
Carnage decision
Still marches on
British installations close
Egyptian demonstrations
Oh bring back the English soldiers!