der bomber28
Well-Known Member
How do lads and lasses, don't know if this is in the right thread if not sorry and mods please move. Was bored in work and thought of this poem it's no byron granted, but it's just a tribute to all my blue brothers and sisters who have stood proud all these years.
Through hell and high water and old division three, my blue brethren shared the pain with me.
When we were the butt of all jokes, and people sniggered and sneered, my blue brethren were there to face such jeers.
In my darkest despair, thinking this is beyond repair, it was the blue brethren without fail who were always there.
Now the giant has awoken, and the wheels are in motion, we can always lay claim that this will be.
A time when we will grow yet stronger and prosper, turn the heads that once knocked us, and we will do this the blue brethren and me.
Through hell and high water and old division three, my blue brethren shared the pain with me.
When we were the butt of all jokes, and people sniggered and sneered, my blue brethren were there to face such jeers.
In my darkest despair, thinking this is beyond repair, it was the blue brethren without fail who were always there.
Now the giant has awoken, and the wheels are in motion, we can always lay claim that this will be.
A time when we will grow yet stronger and prosper, turn the heads that once knocked us, and we will do this the blue brethren and me.