THE COLONEL stopped, and glared around, <br />Then, pointing sternly to the ground, <br />‘What does this mean?’ demanded he, <br />‘A piece of orange peel I see!’ <br />The Major called the Captain then, <br />And said, ‘By Gad! Your fault again! <br />Now what the blazes do you mean <br />By letting all this filth be seen?’ <br /> <br />The Captain sniffed, but took the snub, <br />Then, calling to the junior Sub., <br />Observed, ‘Look here, what’s all this mess? <br />It’s fit for pigs, sir, nothing less!’ <br /> <br />The junior Sub. blushed crimson red, <br />Then, to the Sergeant-major, said, <br />‘I’m quite fed up, and all that rot! <br />I mean to say a pigsty! What?’ <br /> <br />The Sergeant-major, filled with rage, <br />Attacked the Sergeant at this stage, <br />‘You careless swab! jump to it smart. <br />Oh strewth! You break my blinkin ’eart!’ <br /> <br />The Sergeant, starting in to <br />Apostrophized the Corporal, thus, <br />‘You lazy, lumberin’, boss-eyed lout! <br />Who chucked this crimson fruit about?’ <br /> <br />The Corporal frowned, and turned his eye <br />On Private Atkins passing by; <br />‘Hi! you! Come ’ere, you slobberin’ sweep, <br />Just shift this festerin’ rubbish ’eap!’ <br /> <br />And Private Atkins, filled with gloom, <br />Applied himself with spade and broom: <br />‘They talk a ruddy lot,’ Quothe he, <br />‘But ’oo does all the work? Why me’ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />John Milton Hayes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orange-peel/
