CHRISTMAS DAY IS SECURE POEM, PASS IT ON

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  1. IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE

    TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
    HE LIVED ALL ALONE
    IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE
    I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE
    AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE

    I LOOKED ALL ABOUT A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE
    NO TINSEL NO PRESENTS NOT EVEN A TREE
    NO STOCKING BY THE MANTLE JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND
    ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS
    WITH MEDALS AND BADGES AWARDS OF ALL KINDS
    A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND

    FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT IT WAS DARK AND DREARY
    I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY
    THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING SILENT ALONE
    CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME

    THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER
    NOT HOW I PICTURED A LONE BRITISH SOLDIER
    WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ
    CURLED UP ON A PONCHO THE FLOOR FOR A BED

    I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT
    OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS

    WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT
    SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY
    AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY

    THEY ALL ENJOY FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR
    BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE
    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY ALONE
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

    THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE
    I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY
    THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE
    'SANTA DON'T CRY THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE
    I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM I DON'T ASK FOR MORE
    MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY. MY CORPS'

    THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP
    I COULDN'T CONTROL IT I CONTINUED TO WEEP

    I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT AND STILL
    AND WE BOTH SAT AND SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHTS CHILL
    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR SO WILLING TO FIGHT

    THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
    WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE'
    ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT
    'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT'

    THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A PEACE KEEPING SOLDIER STATIONED OVERSEAS
    THE FOLLOWING IS HIS REQUEST I THINK IT IS REASONABLE.

    PLEASE WOULD YOU DO ME THE KIND FAVOUR OF SENDING THIS TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN

    CHRISTMAS WILL BE COMING SOON AND SOME CREDIT IS DUE TO OUR BRITISH SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN FOR OUR BEING ABLE TO CELEBRATE THESE FESTIVITIES.
    LETS TRY IN THIS SMALL WAY TO PAY A TINY BIT BACK OF WHAT WE OWE
     
  2. Brings a tear to the eye. :crying:
     
  3. Ah. The Night before Christmas poem. Must be time to start digging those frigging decorations out from the loft again... :x










    :wink: Cheers for the reminder..
     
  4. Doesn't get any better with age - it's still absolute fcuking doggrel
     
  5. For those that thinks it's something to do with Battersea.

    dog·ger·el (dôgr-l, dgr-) also dog·grel (dôgrl, dg-)
    n.
    Crudely or irregularly fashioned verse, often of a humorous or burlesque nature.
    [From Middle English, poor, worthless, from dogge, dog; see dog.]

    It's also American pants (Corps is a clue)
     
  6. Talentless and instantly forgetable sentimental claptrap. I won't be passing it on to anybody.
    If you read that out in a real NAAFI you'd be ducking for cover under a fusilade of beer cans and obscene jeering before you'd completed the second verse.
     
  7. Is anybody outraged though? :?
     
  8. Let's see if we can jointly beat MDN's version - can't do it alone but I can start you off.......


    Twas the night before Christmas
    And his very best mate
    Was his latest girlfriend
    Who he had to inflate

    .........
     
  9. Twas the night before Christmas
    And his very best mate
    Was his latest girlfriend
    Who he had to inflate

    The immediate problem
    At this juncture
    His latest girlfriend
    Had a puncture
     
  10. Twas the night before Christmas
    And his very best mate
    Was his latest girlfriend
    Who he had to inflate

    The immediate problem
    At this juncture
    His latest girlfriend
    Had a puncture

    With gusto and zest
    The hole he did plug
    And rested a palm
    On a huge plastic jug
     
  11. Twas the night before Christmas
    And his very best mate
    Was his latest girlfriend
    Who he had to inflate

    The immediate problem
    At this juncture
    His latest girlfriend
    Had a puncture

    With gusto and zest
    The hole he did plug
    And rested a palm
    On a huge plastic jug

    With some harry-black maskers
    and a lung of fresh air
    Taiwan's tits of magnitude
    he managed to bear
     
  12. And I thought the Vogons were supposed to be the worst poets in the galaxy :roll:
     
  13. You cnut you spoiled our shkespeare!

    Fckit!!! :D