The Fathers
Siegfried Sassoon
1886 to 1967
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Snug at the club two fathers sat,
Gross, goggle-eyed, full of chat.
One of them said; "My eldest
Writes cheery letters from Bagdad.
But Arthur's getting all fun
At Arras with his nine-inch gun."
"Yes," wheezed the other, "that's the luck!
My boy's quite broken-hearted, stuck
In England training all this year.
Still, if there's truth in what we hear,
The Huns intend to for more
Before they bolt across the Rhine."
watched them toddle through the door—
These impotent old of mine.