Rudyard the dud yard, <br />Rudyard the false measure, <br />Told 'em that glory <br />Ain't always a pleasure, <br />But said it wuz glorious nevertheless <br />To lick the boots of the bloke <br />That makes the worst mess. <br /> <br />Keep up the grand system <br />Don't tell what you know, <br />Your grandad got the rough edge. <br />Ain't it always been so ? <br />Your own ma' warn't no better <br />Than the Duchess of Kaugh. <br />My cousin's named Baldwin <br />An' 'e looks like a tofft <br /> <br />You 'ark to the sargent, <br />And don't read no books; <br />Go to God like a sojer; <br />What counts is the looks.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alf-s-fourth-bit/
