A is the Army who'd never give up,
B is the British part sold for 2 pup,
C's Capitulation which forced us to face
D which is Dysentery, Dirt, and Disgrace.
E's the eruptions under our skins,
F's the Fatigues we must do for our sins.
G is for Guilder, - not said so we owe it,
H is for Hazel, this doggerel poet.
I is for Idoh who loved to give slaps,
J is for Java and Johnstone and Japs.
K is the Kitchen which boils up our Scum,
L's the Latrine much frequented by some.
M is our menu, - Rice, Rice, Rice or Rice,
N is for Nipponese Not Nearly Nice,
O is the Orient where we remain,
P is for Prick, Prison, and Pain,
Q's for our Quislings so loathsome to see,
R is for Rations and R.A.S.C.
S is their stomachs most strangely distended,
T is the Tinned Meat most strangely expended,
U is for Us, Unhappy, Unfed,
V is our Victory, not far ahead.
W's the Weevils they give us to eat,
x the amount of a prisoners meat,
Y is the Yes-man, a scandal and blight,
and Z is our Zeal to be back in the fight.
Sometimes Childish, Sometimes Puerile, Sometimes full of invective.
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