Crimbo Poem

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A kindly stoker, old and grey,
lay awaiting judgement day.
On his deathbed, pale and thin,
surrounded by his next of kin.
As they turned and filed away,
all hoped he'd live another day

But they knew the end was near
so his daughter took his ear
Listen Dad, ….now don't tell Mum
I know where there’s pussers rum
In the kitchen, on the shelf
Get down there and help yourself

Left on his own, the stoker thought
of ships and men with whom he'd fought
of sippers, gulpers, make and mends,
birthday runs and lifetime friends
He knew that he would have the lot
If he could have just have one more tot

Out of bed, and on the stairs
he hoped his wife was not aware
he took it easy step by step
longing for just one last wet
slowly and with all his might
at last the kitchen hove in sight

He sat down on the kitchen chair
and then he saw it sitting there
the glittering prise for which he'd come
a virgin bottle of pussers rum........
just when he thought it was his day…
the bubbly was snatched away

‘Feck off’ she growled …… ‘Thats for the funeral’


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#6
Has anyone got a link to that honking Christmas poem where the Bootneck is outside in the cold, standing watch with a tear in his eye,. whilst the family are all tucked up inside?....
Chaddest ditty ive ever seen, brings a tear to my eye alright.
 
#8
soleil said:
lukep said:
Has anyone got a link to that honking Christmas poem where the Bootneck is outside in the cold, standing watch with a tear in his eye,. whilst the family are all tucked up inside?....
Chaddest ditty ive ever seen, brings a tear to my eye alright.
Is it this one, Luke?

http://royalmarinesonline.com/A-Poem-For-Christmas.php
If that is the one, it is a rip-off (as it has been altered, and not attributed correctly) of a poem written in 1986 by L/Cpl James M Schmidt of the USMC, who was based in Washington, DC at the time. That makes the subject a Leatherneck, as opposed to a Bootneck.
 
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