The Siege

 

When the clock struck 13

We knew we were lost

Our time was up yet still we must

Hurtle not round and round the clock

But off the face, distracted, disenchanted

To another place – Leningrad.

 

Herr Blitzkrieg had much to say

 he smiled and sneered as if in play

Yet with the passing of each day -

As if underwater bubbling away

his speech all agarble though lucid

and elegant came all ajargle

 

German, French, Italian,

Swedish, Hottentot and Cantonese

He was speaking none of these

His prose it soared and dived and blew

Straight through our ears without a clue

Myriad names he dropped and caught

Flashed his chops and dropped us short

 

By day 3 he told us there’d be 3 more

The gypsy Sailor stamped and swore

One juror fainted hitting the floor

Two passed away –would there be more?

Lord Talon.  Lord Fate. Lord No!

 

All Hail Lord Fate. Lord Talon.

A holiday declared for all

Nine whole days

The stars align with Her Majesty’s birth

In this way restored our mirth.

The siege delayed upon our senses

After Blitzkrieg left us senseless

 

 

 

 

Day 4 the jurors cried

No No No more

Though holidays beckon

2 further days our pain wont lessen

Barely can stifle yawns

Before we slump afloor.

 

Cruel and unusual punishment indeed

We recall on parent’s knee

Better a smack easily forgotten

Than the lecture no easy escape

Of kids and adults good and bad

And tales of Johnny Rotten

 

Full 3 days more he bored us all

Till the ref cried Halt

Day 4 a call from the floor

Struck him like a lightning bolt

He spoke of wholes and yet was halved

And halved again once more

What was his plan? Who knows?

Eh, What? What did he say again?

 

He spoke of pockets. Of halves and wholes

Wheels and nights on the town

Of breakfast dinner and lunch

And doing it all again

unknown males demand what

unknown females demand when

a dragon “Puff “ made a guest appearance and

 chased them round and round.

 

Where 12 had stood to judge 12

ten pondered the fate of 8

Who had supplied? Who had made?

Who had planned what ?

Do Details matter - time and place ?

Or is it all Fate?

Blitzkrieg’s charm had reaped the field

They led 6 down the 7th flew

The 8th released to wander…(to be continued)

 

 

 

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