Axis & Allies - damowords

Bismark
At last the target ventures out to sea,
Sister ship of the Graf Spree & Tirpitz,
Queen of that unsinkable trinity,
Enough to give any sailor the shits;
She makes contact,
Cutting her teeth in blood
Furiously attackʹd sunk is the shell‐shockd Hood.
The loss of a capitol ship
Strikes the English to the core,
In response her engines let rip
As a hundered men of war
Converge upon the last known blip ‐
Sheʹs sighted to the fore,
The Home Fleet sends shells hurtling thro the air
Their target wisely turns for St Nazaire
But a lucky hull‐breach slows her,
Bombarded from afar,
The Dorsetshire administers,
The toothy coup‐de‐gras,
Her sailors leap into the waves as they swallow her star.
Atlantic Ocean
May 28th
1941
Death of Sue Johnstone
London, diamond of civilisation,
Now the hive of hornet activity,
Sue Johnstone drifts to London Bridge station,
Jumps on a train escaping to the seaʹ
O balmy air,
A lovely summerʹs day,
The wind ruffles her hair, so good to get away.
Thro East Croydon & Three Bridges,
Where she wipes the window clean,
Rusted cars forming field hedges
Signposts nowhere to be seen,
At Brighton she hops on a bus
Winding to Rottingdean
To stretch upon the sunny pebbl’d sand
Alas! here all civilians are bann’d
She left forever English seas,
How soon would death arrive ‐
On flame‐lapp’d knees, thro smoke‐choked wheeze,
“At least my kids survive!ʺ
Clutching their little teddy‐bears, so slowly burnt alive.
Poplar
June
1941