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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Booby-Trap</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm crawlin' out in the mangolds to bury wot's left o' Joe --<br>Joe, my pal, and a good un (God! 'ow it rains and rains).<br>I'm sick o' seein' him lyin' like a 'eap o' offal, and so<br>I'm crawlin' out in the beet-field to bury 'is last remains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E might 'a bin makin' munitions -- 'e 'adn't no need to go;<br>An' I tells 'im strite, but 'e arnsers, &quot;'Tain't no use chewin' the fat;<br>I've got to be doin' me dooty wiv the rest o' the boys&quot; . . . an' so<br>Yon's 'im, yon blob on the beet-field wot I'm tryin' so 'ard to git at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was five of us lads from the brickyard; 'Enry was gassed at Bapome,<br>Sydney was drowned in a crater, 'Erbert was 'alved by a shell;<br>Joe was the pick o' the posy, might 'a bin sifely at 'ome,<br>Only son of 'is mother, 'er a widder as well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She used to sell bobbins and buttons -- 'ad a plice near the Waterloo Road;<br>A little, old, bent-over lydy, wiv glasses an' silvery 'air;<br>Must tell 'er I planted 'im nicely, cheer 'er up like. . . . (Well, I'm blowed,<br>That bullet near catched me a biffer) -- I'll see the old gel if I'm spared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'll tike it to 'eart, pore ol' lydy, fer 'e was 'er 'ope and 'er joy;<br>'Is dad used to drink like a knot-'ole, she kept the 'ome goin', she did:<br>She pinched and she scriped fer 'is scoolin', 'e was sich a fine 'andsome boy<br>('Alf Flanders seems packed on me panties) -- 'e's 'andsome no longer, pore kid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This bit o' a board that I'm packin' and draggin' around in the mire,<br>I was tickled to death when I found it. Says I, &quot;'Ere's a nice little glow.&quot;<br>I was chilled and wet through to the marrer, so I started to make me a fire;<br>And then I says: &quot;No; 'ere, Goblimy, it'll do for a cross for Joe.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, 'ere 'e is. Gawd! 'Ow one chinges a-lyin' six weeks in the rain.<br>Joe, me old pal, 'ow I'm sorry; so 'elp me, I wish I could pray.<br>An' now I 'ad best get a-diggin' 'is grave (it seems more like a drain) --<br>And I 'opes that the Boches won't git me till I gits 'im safe planted away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(As he touches the body there is a tremendous explosion. He falls back shattered.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A booby-trap! Ought to 'a known it! If that's not a bastardly trick!<br>Well, one thing, I won't be long goin'. Gawd! I'm a 'ell of a sight.<br>Wish I'd died fightin' and killin'; that's wot it is makes me sick. . . .<br>Ah, Joe! we'll be pushin' up dysies . . . together, old Chummie . . . good-night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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Joe, my pal, and a good un (God! 'ow it rains and rains).
I'm sick o' seein' him lyin' like a 'eap o' offal, and so
I'm crawlin' out in the beet-field to bury 'is last remains.

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