Axis & Allies - damowords

British Reaction
The morning sun scatterʹd cross the Solent,
A tranquil & yet deadly waterway,
Where slept the ever watchful instrument
That kept the Gallic conquerors at bay;
Ye mighty fleet,
Queen of the oceans vast,
Thy duty neʹer complete while France still decks a mast.
In the barracks mess at breakfast
Sat the half‐dressʹd soldiery,
Freddie Johnstone yells joyous blast
Tosses broadsheets flying free,
ʺOld Boney has broke free at last,
Fink heʹll face our ʹookey!ʺ
As the room rose the whole company roarʹd
With thoughts of gaining glory by the sword.
The word spread round like raging fire,
ʺGreat & glorious news!ʺ
Time to retire thoughts of empire,
Pack up those marching shoes,
For once again brave Englishmen must battle with the blues.
Portsmouth
10th March
Return of Napoleon
Swept from the throne by mystical forces,
On gouty legs King Louis luggʹd his frame,
Shufflʹd out toward the waiting horses,
His ancestors all clamouring in shame;
Like bulging banks
Pockets stuffʹd with riches,
With oer four million francs crammʹd in ammo boxes.
They fillʹd the stony city square
With many a tricolour,
Seeming to flock from everywhere
To witness their emperor,
Who shushʹd the cheers with one long stare,
ʺIʹll restore our honour!
Stolen by those nobles who kept their head,
Gorging on thy back‐break & daily bread.ʺ
To an ancyent saintʹs tall steeple
High oer a Paris street
The first Eagle of the people
Observes the march complete ‐
Without bloodletting Franceʹs Ceaser seizes back his seat.
Tuilleries
19th March