Nelson went to battle,
Against the French one day,
And saw three ships a coming
Right along his way.
“Fetch my Red Coat Hardy,
So that if I get a wound,
The blood won’t show upon me
And ship’s company will stay sound”.
He beat those damned bad Frenchies
And sent his coat below,
Then sailed across the sea
In wind and rain and snow.
Another group of French ships,
Total thirty so it seemed,
And Hardy brought the coat again
Duly pressed and smart and cleaned.
Once more he saw the Frenchies off
With cunning, guile and power,
To him there’s no way he’d give in
To that Gallic speaking shower.
Then across the horizon did he see
Three hundred ships bear down.
So again he called to Hardy;
“Fetch my trousers coloured brown!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun.
- Category: Humor
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Comments6
The old ones are the best ones GF. Brilliant
So true SC.
Andy
LOL a really good laugh ... thank you.
My pleaseure d a.
Andy
Did you do it on white paper so the mothballs didn't show up, Andy?
Never mind - It's the way yer tell 'em wot counts...And the quality was grrreat!!!
Thanks Dave, those mothballs do get in the way sometimes.
Andy
Oh lol, we were there too, us two, as in 1066.
We certainly were Orchi.
Did I muck that up to, and contribute to Nelson losing his eye/arm?
lol
there's always a bigger - badder bully, in the sea's
best to have brown uniforms form the start I think..
hope singing went well yesterday, and that you have a great weekend, my friend
Thank you Mek.
Singing was wonderful, so very good to get back together again.
Andy
An interesting read Andy, 😁
Thank you AP.
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