English Poetry. Wilfred Wilson Gibson. Breakfast. Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон.

Wilfred Wilson Gibson (Уилфрид Уилсон Гибсон)

Breakfast

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.
I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread
That Hull United would beat Halifax
When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead
of Billy Bradford.  Ginger raised his head
And cursed, and took the bet; and dropt back dead.
We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,
Because the shells were screeching overhead.

Wilfred Wilson Gibson’s other poems:

1. The Parrots
2. Retreat
3. The Unknown Knight
4. The Knight of the Wood
5. Однополчане • Comrades

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Robert Service (Роберт Сервис) Breakfast (“Of all the meals that glad my day”)

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