Axis & Allies - damowords

Desert Fox
As Rommel took first steps on Afric sand,
All about servants of the fiasco
Load ships, evacuation nigh at hand,
Arms strewn as if by Trasimeneʹs flow;
He cockʹd his cap
& crackʹd a riding whip,
ʺSomevon get me a map, I vant to take a trip.ʺ
His plane flew lofty on the tour
Of hot, simmering Syrte,
Sang the nomadic troubadour,
ʺWhat beauty & how ghastly!ʺ
Italians flee ʹlong the shore
Yon mud‐baked Benghazi,
ʺWe shall form a fresh defence line down there!ʺ
With that they whipt back westward thro the air.
Between palm‐leaf lined boulevards
Parades the Werhmacht grey
Like picture‐cards ev’ry ten yards
& what a hand to play
When his aces, the panzers, have arrived to join the fray.
Tripoli
February 14th
1941
Allies
Great Britain spends the last of her dollars,
Threadneedleʹs twinkling bullion bled dry,
If ever she should be victorious
She must have means to barter her supply;
What vision rest
In Rooseveldtʹs rare brain
ʺTis in our best int’rests old England to sustain.ʺ
The bold policy of lend‐lease,
Pleasant child of the New Deal,
Reflecting climes of prosp’rous peace,
Aircraft, shermans, ships & steel,
Minerals, cereals & fleece
Serve up much needed meal,
Providing Britain’s back bone with its meat
The cost waived til sheʹs til back upon her feet.
For without warfare’s first sinew
The bid for triumph fails,
Magnate & Jew stitch wealth into
Britain’s heroic sails,
Tis not the longest sword but deepest purse that e’er prevails.
USA
February
1941