Bloody Bloody Bloody

I read this poem in the Courier Mail newspaper over 25 years ago and have been looking for it ever since. This morning after a random search I found it so here it is. Bloody Bloody Bloody.

 

A poem, author unknown but a member of the 2/22nd Btn.

Rabaul 1941 as seen by the 2/22nd Batt.

This bloody towns a bloody cuss
No bloody trams no bloody bus
Nobody cares for bloody us
The bloody roads are bloody bad
The bloody folks are bloody mad
They even say you're a bloody cad
Bloody Bloody Bloody

All bloody clouds all bloody rain
All bloody kerbs no bloody drains
The council got no bloody brains
The bloody flicks are bloody old
The bloody seats all bloody sold
You can't get in for bloody gold
Bloody Bloody Bloody
All bloody work no bloody games
No bloody fun with bloody dames
Won't even give their bloody names
All bloody wet all bloody hot
The bloody climate's all bloody rot
Cripes they can have the bloody lot
Bloody Bloody Bloody

And everything's so bloody dear
Two bloody bob for bloody beer
And is it good no bloody fear
Best in the place is bloody bed
With bloody ice on bloody head
And then you think you're bloody dead
Bloody Bloody Bloody

Copy of poem provided by Valda Baldwin, daughter of Pte. Alec COBDEN VX 28761 "C" Coy. 2/22 BTN.