Gordon Paul

Normandy , Bilston, UK


The Gambler

The cold winds blew with loneliness and hate.
He struggled on against an unknown fate,
His courage grew with each cold blast,
He know he would make it at last!
A gambler born to fight the wrong,
That rang around him like a song.
The traitor stepped up into view.
Up went his gun and he shot true!
The traitor fell in mortal pain.
Shouting out the devil's name.
But there the gambler's luck ran out.
And in his ears he heard a far of shout!
"You've played a great game and won my son"
So come and join us in the sun.
His fading eyes they saw sail,
Approaching fast like in a fairy tale.
He saw his comrade from the fast.
He smiled a smile of peace, on deck at last!

The Chief Scout To The Top General

Gl Eisenhower! Gl Eisenhower!
Why did you nae come with us?
You cannot say, I didn't tell yea,
I thouht yea, were one o'us!
Join us on the beaches like true cousins,
I said, it was a must!
A thousand men that wen with you,
Were turned into dust!
Monty know me as chief scout of B.A.
I ordered the Normandy landings!
I trusted in God, trust in Her Majesty
She prefers us call her Mam!
Every time I won a battle
My favorite saying way -----
I'll get down to Woolworths and buy myself
a medal!
I once said it to Mam, she never let me down
as a -- spy! Now you go Mam and buy yourself
at Woolworths a medal! ---- Joke!


All poems Copyright © 1997 Gordon Paul. All rights reserved.