A REAL BASTARD OF A DAY

A Real Bastard Of A Day

A real bastard of a day!

it was and felt,

as this ship’s stoker wrote;

an entry into the engine room watch keeper’s log,

then from deep inside the engine room,

this WARRIOR from the hole,

with oily blackened face

pocked his head outside,

a SHIP’S DUSTY he had become

and into battle carried,

a set of personal fears,

his youth,

and his feelings about an uncertain,

what with the enemy lurking about

in trying to catch his ship out;

even unaware

with all his nasty surprises.

For the moment here,

it was all about

what Mother Nature had is store,

for she reached far out

way beyond this old tub,

that minutes before

her seas could be,

mill pond still and calm,

then before your eyes

like a lion roaring a warning,

as the seas rise up like mountains high,

and Harry’s ship rolled from side to side,

her bows dipped deeper still;

into churning greenish breaks

of foaming water,

then breakers crashed

on top of tied up anchor chains,

that rattled

creaked and groaned,

underneath the full impact

of what Mother Nature could dish out.

Then mate believe in me,

about being caught outside

and pitching about

in these bloody rougher’s,

then don’t think twice

about trying to be a passionate soul,

and certainly don’t give a rats

about your enemy,

because if they are truly boofheads,

​like the likes of you and me

out here a battling;

another of the Olde Girl’s whims,

in conjunction with Neptune from the deep.

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So then again,

if the other side

is so bloody unintelligent

and silly enough,

to be out here playing for keeps;

in a game of warries,

looking for any target

and some easy victories,

my thoughts,

and my hopes for them,

is that they’re really feeling crook,

going around like headless chooks,

‘cause all we want to do

Is get safely back to port.

So bugger the bastards Harry Mac!

Just keep your donks

a running fast,

and purring like little kittens,

for us it’s off we go

all the way back to Sydney town.

But let us hope for own sakes,

that Japs and the Jerries

had forgotten to load

in their haste to get to sea,

when like us they have a bastard of a day,

like it is today;

when being buffered from side to,

that for our enemies,

there is not enough sea sick pills

or buckets to go around,

onboard their stickin warships and boats.....

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