| My Poetry Page |
| "This is superior to my work!" -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| This is the beginning of my poetry page. Here you can read things that I come up with at my leisure. Most of time when I'm forced to do poetry, it turns out lamely funny or just plain lousy. So, I'll only put on here things I think are well done. Enjoy! |
| Doodlebug Drab and dreary Doodlebugs that cross the morning sky, The mothers gasp, the fathers hope, the babes begin to cry. 'Cross the cliffs of Dover and then over pastured land. Where she goes, oh, nobody knows; Your fate's in savior's hands. Today, its a duo of Doodlebugs that fly in line abreast; Perhaps they are the only ones; the Obstlieutenant's at rest. See them dance and see them prance across the puffy clouds; The siren wails, b'hind the bales; And await the horrid sounds. Just a single week ago, the cobbler's place was blown; You thanked your luckiest charms that day that it wasn't your own home. You hit the ground and crawled around to save you from the blast; You heard ka-boom! and saw the plume, But that's all in the past... But past is where our mem'ries all originate and lie, When even bloody Chruchill would've thought that we'd all die. Back in the days of nighttime raids all over Londontown. Those boys in Spits chased Messerchmitts When Jerry came to town. The tides of battle changes as swift as tides upon the sea. And now ol' Jerry prob'ly wonders "why you chasin' me?" Consternation and desperation chases out your clam. Fast new jets are their best bets, And, of course, those damned V1s. Again you see those Doodlebugs, now flying in quartet. You chuckle to yourself and wipe a bead of nervous sweat. You say, "Those Skeets from Martlesham Heath will do them in today... But your heart will stop when that buzzing stops, For that's when you start to pray. --- Brian Dreggors 9.17.02 |
| About "Doodlebug" I wrote this from the point of view of someone who lived through the infamous V-1 buzzbomb raids over England in 1944-45. The V-1s were nicknamed "Doodlebugs," hence the title. The V-1s were powered by a pulse jet engine that emitted a buzzing sound. When the buzzing stopped, the motor stopped, and you knew the warhead was coming down. Of the ~8,000 lauched against the UK, ~2,000 hit, the rest taken were either shot down, intercepted by RAF fighters, or crashed into the English Channel (due to really unstable gyros). Those that hit London killed about 6,000 people. |
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