Showing posts with label British Army Pocket Knife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label British Army Pocket Knife. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 6, 2024

The British Army Pocket Knife - poem

 

Lawrence Hall, HSG

Mhall46184@aol.com

 

The British Army Pocket Knife

 

A great big chunk of folded Sheffield steel

For pocket, backpack, toolbox, or workbench

Rope work, leather work, awning work, rifle repair

Gutting a rabbit for dinner if it comes to that

 

No plastic-y Swiss gimcrackery for us

One tightens the blade by taking a hammer to the rivets

And sharpens it hastily on a handy rock

Wash off the mud and the blood and it’s good to go

 

It’s clanky, clunky, and out-of-date – it’s British

As British as can be - and so are we

 

 

I’m not British, but I needed a voice and a rhyme. My Hall ancestors were transported from Northern England to the New World for being bad, and the same for my deBeauville / Beauville / Beville / Bevil ancestors from Chesterton and my McQueen ancestors from Scotland.

 

I love my nifty British Army knife.

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