What is meant by active service <br />'Ere where sin is leakin' loose, <br />'N' the oldest 'and's as nervis <br />As a dog-bedevilled goose, <br />Has bin writ be every poet <br />What can rhyme it worth a dam, <br />But the 'orror as we know it <br />Is jist jam, jam, JAM! <br />Oh, the 'ymn of 'ate we owe it— <br />Stodgy, splodgy, seepy, soaky, sanguinary <br />jam! <br /> <br />There's the “fearful roar iv battle,” <br />What gets underneath yer 'at, <br />Mooin' like a million cattle <br />Each as big as Ararat; <br />There's the red field green 'n' slippy <br />(And I'm cleaner where I am), <br />But the thing that's got me nippy <br />It is jam, jam, JAM! <br />Druv us sour it has, 'n' dippy, <br />Sticky, sicky, slimy, sloppy, stummick-strafin' <br />jam! <br /> <br />Of the mud that's in the trenches <br />Writers make a solemn fuss; <br />For the vermin 'n' the stenches <br />Little ladies pity us; <br />But the yearn that's honest dinkum, <br />'N' the prayer what ain't a sham <br />Is that Fritz may bust 'n' sink 'em <br />Ships of jam, jam, JAM! <br />For we bolt 'em, chew 'em, drink 'em, <br />Million billion bar'ls of beastly, cloyin' <br />clammy jam! <br /> <br />We are sorry-sick of peaches, <br />'N' we're full right up of plum, <br />'N' innards fairly screeches <br />When the tins of apple come. <br />Back of Blighty piled in cases, <br />Jist as close as they can cram, <br />Fillin' all the open spaces, <br />Is the 'jam, jam, JAM! <br />Oh, the woe the soldiers face is, <br />Monday, Sunday, ruddy, muddy, boundless <br />bogs of jam.<br /><br />Edward George Dyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jam-a-hymn-of-hate/
