Dalya and I went
to some watering holes
in Hamburg
beer bars or cafés
selling all kind of booze
we'd left the base camp
after burgers and fries
and few warm beers
and walked
into the city
she had put on
a denim skirt
and white tee-shirt
and her dark hair
was neat and tidy
she looked good
that Yorkshire b***h
is going off
to some other's tent
and I have that
Yank dame
we picked up on route
Dalya said
why can't I share a tent
with you
and be done with?
there you go
I said
I have the Aussie guy
he's ok but he
boozes too much
and likes the girls
when we were in Belgium
he wanted to bring
some girl in the tent
while I was lying
in my sleeping bag
you can turn
the other way mate
he said
we don't mind as long
as you don't peek at us
what happened?
Dalya said
the girl wasn't keen
and walked off
in a huff
and he went after her
I said
wouldn't fancy
that myself
she said
not with any onlooker
not that I'd fancy
the Aussie anyway
she said
we supped some beer
and smoked
who's your brother
sleeping with?
I asked
he's with
the school teacher prat
she said
but he don't mind
as long the the part
don't yak about
education too much
if we can match
the Yorkshire b***h
with the Aussie
Dalya said
we could
become an item
together
can't see it
coming about
I said
shame
Dalya said
fed up with having
to share a tent
with Yank girl
yakking about her lovers
and what she's done
and where and who with
we supped more beer
then walked
back to camp
and our tents
each to our own
she with the Yank girl
me all alone.