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Alan Parry-Booth

Poetry

A FEW DAYS IN THE LIFE OF A WW1 GUARDSMAN.

In the Belgian town of “Wipers” We were all held down by snipers The Germans were dug in along the road A bullet then hit Ivor Our leading lorry driver And the truck had overturned and lost its load. Right away our Q.M.S. Sent a squad to clear the mess…
Alan Parry-Booth
16th July 2016
Poetry

HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND

There was panic in the valleys As he story filtered through That our pit was due for closure And there’s nothing we could do. Our way of life in Ystrad Was known for miles around As a warm and caring village Where the men worked underground. Our choir was plauded…
Alan Parry-Booth
12th December 2015
Poetry

HE DIDN’T UNDERSTAND.

There was panic in the valleys As he story filtered through That our pit was due for closure And there’s nothing we could do. Our way of life in Ystrad Was known for miles around As a warm and caring village Where the men worked underground. Our choir was plauded…
Alan Parry-Booth
2nd December 2015
Poetry

THE FORGOTTEN ARMY

So they signed a bloody armistice In nineteen-forty-five And the soldiers all came home again Those which were still alive. Our army was in tatters Reduced to very few And the P.M. called the cabinet To see what they should do. Discussions seemed quite endless And then somebody thought What…
Alan Parry-Booth
5th May 2015
Poetry

MY ENCOUNTER WITH AN ALIEN.

Last night I had a visit from a very pretty alien She said her name was Xeba and from the planet Gaelian I always had imagined that aliens were quite heinous But Xeba was delightful, a perfect pocket Venus. She lay beside me in my bed, discarding her chemise And…
Alan Parry-Booth
6th May 2014
Poetry

THE SHED

A gentleman’s shed is an asset Of that there’s no shadow of doubt It’s great to be there on the inside When the stormy clouds gather without. It’s top hole if you have a notion To play with computers all day Perhaps dart in there with your crossword When Mother-in-Law…
Alan Parry-Booth
6th May 2014
Poetry

A BOY’S WAR

In dreams, my thoughts will often fly To Chepstow nestling on the Wye The town which saw my early years Of youthful joy and childish tears. Daily walks to Larkfield School And week-end jaunts to Beachley Pool The memories of a growing boy Are endless days of utter joy. We…
Alan Parry-Booth
1st May 2014
Poetry

W.O.1. W.D.G.MOTT OBE, MVO.

Today I must pay tribute To a guy who's got the lot Our Garrison Sergeant Major The famous Billy Mott. Resplendent in his uniform He really plays the parts Bill puts the fear of god in men And melts the ladies hearts. He knows the streets of London Like his…
Alan Parry-Booth
8th April 2014
Poetry

THE BOY FROM PENRHIWCEIBER.

Robert Bye was born in Pontypridd A boy of valleys fibre He spent his youth in Woodfield Street In nearby Penrhiwceiber He went to school in Aberdare An education sound And at the tender age of fourteen years Young Rob went underground. In Dyffrin Deep Colliery He worked behind the…
Alan Parry-Booth
6th April 2014