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Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson


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.



Wilfred Wilson Gibson


Wilfred Wilson Gibson's other poems:
  1. The Parrots
  2. The Unknown Knight
  3. Retreat
  4. The Knight of the Wood
  5. Comrades


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