06-02-1942
"He Needs a Shave" (2 pages)
HE NEEDS A SHAVE - At
While the world is in destruction
From There’s a form of mean corruption Of which I wish to talk. With
the Japes nearing And the situation grave Tis a certain ‘jokers’ failure Snooping round to see I shave. While the desert battle rages The end not yet in sight Heavy fighting now for ages Through the Libyan day and night Where our friends are fighting gamely Over sand and ridge and cave, The only trouble here is namely Watching ME to see I shave. When I picture Russians fighting In the biting rain and snow Every day grows more exciting; Makes me holler “Good Ole Joe”. But here as I do ‘piquet’, Every step bog to the knave, I ask you, is it cricket? Dob a man in for a shave! Now, when this dust up’s over, I will make out West once more Earn a living as a drover Like I did before the war. But when at last I’m dying, Someone prays my soul to save, I will hear some b…….saying “Strike me pink, he needs a shave”! Major
Rallston had been away riding on a slashing grey stallion. When he came
to where I was doing my ‘Beat’, he pulled up and dismounted. I
admired the horse, and we had a good old yarn about Wouldn’t it??
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