Young Croesus went to pay his call <br />On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: <br />And, though his wound was healed and mended, <br />He hoped he’d get his leave extended. <br /> <br />The waiting-room was dark and bare. <br />He eyed a neat-framed notice there <br />Above the fireplace hung to show <br />Disabled heroes where to go <br />For arms and legs; with scale of price, <br />And words of dignified advice <br />How officers could get them free. <br /> <br />Elbow or shoulder, hip or knee, <br />Two arms, two legs, though all were lost, <br />They’d be restored him free of cost. <br />Then a Girl Guide looked to say, <br />‘Will Captain Croesus come this way?’<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arms-and-the-man/
