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Siegfried Sassoon - The Fathers
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Snug at the club two fathers sat,   
Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat.   
One of them said: ‘My eldest lad   
Writes cheery letters from Bagdad.   
But Arthur’s getting all the fun
At Arras with his nine-inch gun.’   
   
‘Yes,’ wheezed the other, ‘that’s the luck!   
My boy’s quite broken-hearted, stuck   
In England training all this year.   
Still, if there’s truth in what we hear,
The Huns intend to ask for more   
  Before they bolt across the Rhine.’   
I watched them toddle through the door—   
  These impotent old friends of mine.
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