This bloody town’s a bloody cuss,
No bloody tram, no bloody bus,
And no one cares for bloody us,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

The bloody roads are bloody bad,
The bloody folks are bloody mad,
They even say — You bloody cad,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

All bloody clouds, all bloody rains,
No bloody kerbs no bloody drains,
The council has no bloody brains,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

And everything so bloody dear,
A bloody bob for bloody beer,
And is it good? no bloody fear,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

The bloody flicks are bloody old,
All bloody seats are bloody sold,
You can’t get in for bloody gold,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

The bloody dances make me smile,
The bloody bands are bloody vile,
They only cramp your bloody style,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

No bloody sports, no bloody games,
No bloody fun with bloody dames —
Won’t even give their bloody names,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

Best bloody place is bloody bed
With bloody lice on your bloody head,
And then they think you’re bloody dead,
Oh, bloody bloody bloody!

— a Darwin soldier in Bill Wannan’s Come in Spinner

Categories: Poems

Tags: australia, australian, bloody, Bloody Sunday, darwin, fighting, games, Incidents and Cases, london, Northern Ireland, Religious and Sectarian Conflict, swearing, Video Games