Came across two poems worth recounting. The first, an amusement that made me smile, is by Norman Willis.
Old John BetjemanThe next is by Flight Lt John Pudney (1909-1977) and is called Jack Overdue.
Went to heaven, 'n
Found to his great glee
That the Heavenly Host
Eats buttered toast
and God was CofE
Come back, come back, you Jolly Jack StrawPudney served at RAF St Erval near our family home in Cornwall. And he became AP Herbert's son-in-law. This poem was set to music by Martin Shaw.
There's ice in the killer sea
Weather at base closes down for the night
And the ash blonde WAAF is waiting tea.
How many long Atlantic hourse
Has he hunted there alone:
Has he trimly weaved on the silent air
The dullest patrol that's ever flown
How can they know that he found at last,
That he made the hunter's strike:
And swooped on a sly swift shark as it dived:
Saw gouting oli mount carpet like?
Jolly Jack Straw is beating it back,
But his wireless set is blown.
He cannot report his long sought luck,
Or the ice-dark blinding the eye and bone.
Come back, come back, you Jolly Jack Straw
For the ash-blonde WAAF drinks tea:
And the tea-leaves tell her fortune as well
Come back, come back from the killer sea.
Finally a gem from Winston Churchill
We have learned to fly. What prodigious changes are involved in this new accomplishment! Man has parted company with his trusty friend the horse and sailed into the azue with the eagles, eagles being represented by the infernal - I mean internal - combustion engine. Where, then, are those broad oceans, those vast staring deserts? They are shrinking beneath our very eyes. Even elderly Parliamentarians like myself are forced to a acquire a high degree of mobility. (Harvard, Sept 6 1942)I will post for Good Friday and Easter later - but happy easter to all
He is Risen indeed - alleliullia!