ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT AN ANZAC ALPHABET
Awas theAnguishthat spread o’er my faceWhen I saw the remarkable look of the place.
B’s “Beachy Bill,” who fired at my ship—Punctured the funnel and gave me the “pip.”
Cwas the “Crump” that went by with a screechAs I jumped from a lighter and fell on the beach.
Dwas theDaringI failed to displayWhen fragments of shrapnel came whizzing my way.
EwasEarthwhich I found in my hairAs I woke in the morning and crawled from my lair.
Fwere theFleas, and also theFlies,Who feed on a fellow wherever he lies.
Gwere theGripesthat gripped me within—The result of commodities packed in a tin.
Hwas theHolethat a howitzer made;It would take me an hour to fill in with a spade.
Iwas theIdiotwho stuck up my headBefore I was taught to take cover instead.
Jwas theJamwith our rations and rum—We found it was almost invariably “Plum.”
Kwas theKnowledgeI quickly acquiredOf hiding whenever the enemy fired.
Lwas theLousethat lurked in my vest,Reconnoitred my person, and tickled my chest.
Mwas theMonitor, firing at night,Which kept me awake when “above” didn’t bite.
Nwas the “Night stunt,” with trembling heart,Expecting each moment the Maxims would start.
O’s theO.O.[24]; let’s give him a cheer—It isn’thisfault that nothing comes here.
Pare thePiers—see them shiver and shakeWhenever a launch makes a wash with her wake.
Qstands for “Quick,” to the tunnel we dashWhen a horrible missile explodes with a crash.
Rare theRumourswe hear every dayThat the Turkishmoralhas quite faded away.
Sis the gildedStaff Officer—whoCensors my letters and tears them in two.
Tis theTaubethat drones in the sky(Thank goodness,Ihaven’t been ordered to fly!)
Uis theUndergroundsap we expand—There’s a twopenny tube to the Narrows in hand.
Vis forVictory. How we shall singRule, O Britannia, and God Save the King!
WtheWirewe put round our works—We generally find that it’s pinched by the Turks.
Xthe “X-periments” made with a bomb—A neat little cross on a nice little tomb.
Yin the world have I ever been placedIn a trench of cold water right up to my waist?
Zis the mule corps recruited fromZion,Bearers of water and rations of iron.
“Ubique,” 21st Indian Mtn. Battery.
FOOTNOTES:[24]Ordnance Officer.
[24]Ordnance Officer.
[24]Ordnance Officer.