1941

Before the war, Dad would snore

After his shift & a few beers

On the floor, on the couch

The big, lazy slouch

Mam would just roll her eyes

(Give him a sly dig)

Clootie pudding on the table ready

For when his eyes opened slow & steady

He never spoke of 'The Great War'

Of which he had scars to bare 

But sometimes his eyes would well

In rem...

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