Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон)

Breakfast

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead
of Billy Bradford.  Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet; and dropt back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.

1. The Parrots
2. The Knight of the Wood
3. Retreat
4. The Unknown Knight
5. Однополчане • Comrades

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Breakfast ("Of all the meals that glad my day")

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