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Saved from my naivete story poem for M 'lady Ann Beard

I loved her but she loved me not
and so I joined the infantry.
In the vain hope I would be shot
and put an end to misery.

I loved her but she loved me not.
She thought she was too good for me
I fought in every trouble spot
but Lady Luck looked after me.

I suffered not a single scratch
although I was prepared to die.
In me the Hun had met his match
I did not care or wonder why.

I rose to be a brigadier
Promoted on the battlefield
I made my men ignore their fear.
My leadership I would not yield.

Always the foremost in the van
I led my men from out in front.
They recognised a fearless man
prepared for any reckless stunt.

They followed blindly where I led.
We terrified the enemy.
It seemed I could not be shot dead
but I forgot my misery.

When we achieved the victory
Returning home as heroes all.
I saw her gazing up at me
as if expecting me to call.

The boot was on the other foot.
She was the one pursuing me
I found I did not give a hoot.
Completely cured, quite fancy free.

My love turned to indifference.
She’d had her chance and turned me down.
My rank made all the difference.
It was as if I’d always known.

Now that I saw through her pretence.
It was not love as I had thought
but merely youthful innocence.
Which had sustained me as I fought.

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