Whistles, au revoir doors slamming, ‘All aboard’ and clackety-clack
Budding swains musing upon the delights of whores and debutants
Feigning enchantment when introduced to gentry’s suitor seeking daughter
Nodding more than just approval at the factory owners buxom lass
Either way just mere hors d’oeuvres for the idle young treasures
Halcyon day’s arid couplings of the little else to do
A Grand Tour’s Gare de l’Est embarkation Milan bound
Acid tongues, wet wit, surreptitious glimpses and crocodile tears
Oysters, chocolate pudding, pink champagne and gravy stains in the restaurant coach
Sleeper cars, bunk hopping farces and found out flushed faces
The days when a misplaced carpet bag was the end of her world
Just what is a chap to do?
How soon a summer ends
Sergeant majors, whizz bangs, mustard gas, and sodden trenches
Artillery bombardments, a double dose and a runny nose
Muck and bullets very own immodest sepulchre…
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