Mornin' Sergeant Major
How do to you
There's a buglar outside playin' a distant tune
I never thought about all the robins, blackbirds, starlings chattering away
But there you go; the buglar plays his one and only tune
Only it's half past four and I'm tryin' to get some kip
What with all the other things to dream about
It don't half make you twitch
Oh cor blimey, there he goes again
Blowin' on his horn all before the cockerills dawn
Oh I cannot believe it
There goes another dream
All the way to the courtyard for a marching up and down
All I ever wanted was me bed and the eider down
Can you ask him to come back only it's ruining my glance
While I'm up there in la-la-land floating among the clouds
Seeing girls with their frilly frocks on all jiving to and fro
Until the bully comes along and tore out the bleedin' song!
Can you stop him Sarg I really must insist
So that we can all have a lay in
And maybe we can all get a bit o' kip!
© Bernard M. Coldwell all rights reserved
NB: the above was written at 4 am when I was awoken by noises that kept me away from slumbers and also inspired me to get up ice cold and write it all down.
Merry Christmas to one and all! Thank you for reading