Personal Pecks at Base Depot

Observation Post, Volume 1, Issue 4, 12 June 1942, Page 3

Personal Pecks at Base Depot

I give you a few lines below, Of the boys at the Base Depot, I trust you enjoy them, For we in this den, Will always give things a go. ' Oflicer-in-Charge, Mr Ham, Is rather a bald-headed man, L you want a new frock, To him you must trot, But he’ll probably tell you to ‘scran.’ N.C.O. in Charge, Sergeant Jones, Wakes up in the morning and » groans, “Put your feet on the floor,” But we all still snore, And away he goes with his moans. / Sarge Robbie they say is a pal, Who can always be seen with a gal,

X-'V one JUULOj uu OUU 111LUC. He’ll be doing a line, So be sure you guard her yourself. Sergeant Noell is in charge of pay, And he’s here for most (?) of the day, But at night he’s a sight,: In pyjamas bright, And does he get hell— say! A proud father is Sergeant Wills, Many thanks to him for he filled, All the boys-of the /Base, With one large case, And the Sarge was in at the kill. A new arrival Sergeant Mac, Is forever in for his whack, Be it woman or beer, He full of good cheer, But he spends too much time in her flat. Sarge Still is a man with a name, Which carries a good deal of fame, Tis a Joy to behold, When stories are told, His look of dismay and of shame! Ken Hartley has a dinkum cough, And he caught it from a lonely Waaf, So long as that all, And he doesn’t fall, Then we won’t duck him in the trough. Bombardier Johnston, he has strayed,'On each occasion he been paid, To the Home of the Nurses, Who have empty purses, So no wonder he’s rather decayed. Bomb. Hepworth is yet another, Who should be in care of his mother, That girl at the Station, Gives him his ration, Of food, you fools, so why bother. Gunner Flower, he may be seen, . Doing his bit in the —— line, And when it is passed, He hates being asked,. “Arn’t you just a bloody hasbeen Bill Eddy is with us just now, And for women he is a fair cow, He dances up and down, With a girl in brown, And what a knee action —and How! Young Gunner Taylor the bloke, i Who entered the pub for a smoke? But when he got there, The 'blue boys did glare, And now the poor cook has gone broke. The writer of these poor verses, Has stppped a good many curses, But he’s not worried, If the boys get flurried, t By their wives, gill friends and nurses! ! (Written with the compliments of Gunner C. E. Irving).