Tommy Rot: WWI Poetry They Didn't Let You Read

Tommy Rot: WWI Poetry They Didn't Let You Read

John Sadler


A poem: "General Shute." the final examining the trenches, exclaimed with a horrified shout, 'I refuse to command a department, Which leaves its excreta about.', yet no one took any realize, not anyone was once ready to refute, That the presence of shit used to be congenial, in comparison to the presence of Shute, and likely accountable critics, Made haste to answer his phrases, gazing that his employees advisors, consisted completely of turds. For shit could be shot at abnormal corners and paper provided there to fit, yet a shit will be shot with no mourners, If an individual shot that shit Shute.

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