pat – Rhythm of the Ink

Hail and rain, mud all around, machine gun clack, no turning back Passchendaele. Men dying in bullet hails, shouts and painful wails, Passchendaele. Over the top to certain death 6000 men lay in the mud, oozing blood, Passchendaele.

Edgar Mobbs, hero of the hour, over the top for to a machine gun stop, cut down in his prime, dying in thick sludge and grime, hero second to none, Passchendaele. Men of rugby will be playing no more, casualties of war, Passchendaele. War on unprecedented scale, men never came back to tell their tale. Passchendaele.

Families cry and wail, Their love ones fall on foreign ground, many of them never found, just memorials of that horrific killing ground, Passchendaele. Forests grow and peace flows, in this tranquil place where that battle took place, Passchendaele.

Thank you to Ariel Chart for publishing this poem in their September 2017 edition

Poppy the dog is no ordinary pooch, although, when you see her in the garden having a mooch you wouldn’t know that she is so special. She brings happiness and love to adults and children, who pat her and talk to her and run their fingers through her soft curled fir.

Displaying her jacket, she earns not a packet, of that she gives not a jot, for she has something to give and gives it to all, it means such a lot. She has many friends, in fact quite a lot, they all look forward to the Pat Dog slot.

The sight of the labradoodle helps patients improve by oodles as they feel her soft fluffy coat. She loves the attention and the happy times, so I hope she will like this rhyme, cos she is truly a wonderful dog, more affectionate than any mog. So, poppy, when I have finished writing this poem, I’m going to put you on my blog, cos you are a fantastic dog.

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Passchendaele

Pat the Dog