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We were storemen clerks and packers on	A
an ammunition dump	B
Twice the size of Cootamundra and the goods	C
we had to hump	B
They were bombs as big as water butts and	D
cartridges in tons	E
Shells that looked like blessed gasmains and	D
a line in traction guns	E
	-
We had struck a warehouse dignity in dealing	F
with the stocks	G
It was Sign here Mr Eddie Clarkson	H
forward to the socks	G
Our floor walker was a major with a nozzle	I
like a peach	J
And a stutter in his Trilbies and a limping	F
kind of speech	J
	-
We were off at eight to business we were free	K
for lunch at one	H
And we talked of new Spring fashions and the	L
brisk trade being done	H
After five we sought our dugouts lying snug	M
beneath the hill	N
Each with hollyhocks before it and geraniums	O
on the sill	N
	-
Singing Home Sweet home we swept	P
and scrubbed and dusted up the place	Q
Then smoked out on the doorstep in the twi	R
light's tender grace	Q
After which with spade and rake we sought	S
our special garden plot	T
And we 'tended to the cabbage and the shrink	U
ing young shallot	T
	-
So long lived we unmolested that this seemed	T
indeed the life	V
Set apart from mirk and worry and the inci	Q
dence of strife	V
And we trimmed our Kitchen Eden swapping	F
vegetable lore	W
Whi e the whole demented world beside was	Q
muddled up with war	W
	-
There was little talk of Boches and of bloody	T
battle scenes	Q
But a deal about Bill's spuds and Billy	T
Carkeek's butter beans	Q
Porky specialised on onion and he had a sort	T
of gift	T
For a cabbage plump and tender that it took	X
two men to lift	T
	-
In the pleasant Sabbath morning when the	L
sun lit on our street	T
And illumed the happy dugout with effulgence	Q
kind and sweet	T
It was fine to see us forking raking picking	F
off the bugs	Q
Treading flat the snails and woodlice and	T
demolishing the slugs	Q
	-
Then one day old Fritz got going He had	T
a hint of us	Q
And the shell the blighter posted was as roomy	T
as a 'bus	Q
He was groping round the dump and kind of	Y
pecking after it	T
When he plugged the hill the world heeled up	Z
the dome of heaven split	T
	-
Then Gott and consternation Swooped a	L
shell a and stuck her nose	Q
In Carkeek's beans Those beans came up	Z
A cry of grief arose	Q
As we watched them plunk another shell	A2
cut loose and everywhere	B2
Flew the spuds of Billy Murphy There were	C2
turnips in the air	B2
	-
Bill she tore a quarter acre from the land	T
scape With it burst	T
Tommy's carrots and we watched them and	T
in whispers prayed and cursed	T
Then a wail of anguish 'scaped us Boomed	T
in Porky's cabbage plot	T
A detestable concussion Porky's cabbages	Q
were not	T
	-
There the Breaking strain was reached for	W
Porky fetched an awful cry	D2
And he rushed away and armed himself	E2
With loathing in his eye	D2
Up and over went the hero He was savage	F2
Through and through	G2
And he tore across the distance like a mad	T
dened kangaroo	G2
	-
They had left a woeful sight indeed frail cab	H2
bages all rent	T
Turnips mangled little carrots all in one red	T
burial blent	T
Parsnips ruined lettuce shattered torn and	T
wilted beet and bean	I2
And a black and grinning gap where once our	C2
garden flourished green	I2
	-
Five and fifty hours had passed when came a	L
German in his shirt	T
On his back he carried Porky black with	J2
blood and smoke and dirt	T
I sniped six of 'em said Porky an' me	T
pris'ner here he sez	Q
I done in the crooel swine what strafed me	T
helpless cabba ges	Q

Edward George Dyson

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