Guard (an RAF poem)

29 Jun

Guard (C) R. P. Daley 13/5/94

So once again we are on guard,
To watch the camp; It is not hard.
When waving through just one more zob,
Or calming down a drunken yob.
We go out walking on patrol,
And sometimes eat down in the hole.
Or maybe pig out in the Mess,
But now I think I do digress.
And comes the morning with the Chief,
To bring on our dayshift relief.
And now it is our final day,
The one where we all run away.
And you have got it really hard,
Stood on the gate just starting guard.

THE END.

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