Ode to a STEN Gun

Photo credit to Digger History a site dedicated to the history of Australian and New Zealand military history.

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Ode to a STEN Gun
Click HERE to hear it read with a "Proper" accent!

You wicked piece of vicious tin!
Call you a gun? Don't make me grin.
You're just a bloated piece of pipe.
You couldn't hit a hunk of tripe.
But when you're with me in the night,
I'll tell you, pal, you're just alright!

Each day I wipe you free of dirt.
Your dratted corners tear my shirt.
I cuss at you and call you names,
You're much more trouble than my dames.
But, boy, do I love to hear you yammer
When you' re spitting lead in a business manner.

You conceited pile of salvage junk.
I think this prowess talk is bunk.
Yet if I want a wall of lead
Thrown at some Jerry's head
It is to you I raise my hat;
You're a damn good pal... You silly gat!

Written by Gunner S.N. Teed
Poem first published ‘The Maple Leaf', a newspaper printed for Canadian troops in Europe.