Ode to a WAAF

Ode to a WAAF

Four verse poem about another WAAF who was in a billet with the author. Describes her and tells of getting drunk and being tangled in a fir tree.

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You were very beautiful B
Baby Blonde Hair
Eyes as blue as the summer sea
Skin fairest of fair
And you were a WAAF
In the billet with me

Recalling your beauty
And the hearts that you broke
My remembrance of you
Is a bit of a joke
Very drunk you were
Blue eyes astare
As you peered at me
Through your haze of hair
And your voice was thick
Yelling “Katie come quick
That Scottish Pilot
With red hair and blue eyes
Is nothing but
A ‘wolf’ in disguise
Entangled we were
In the middle of a fir [deleted] tree [/deleted]
I tried to get free
I think I’ve broken his nose
What do you suppose
Will now happen to me?”

If you’ve ever been caught up
In a Lebanon spruce
You’ll know how difficult
It is to break loose!

‘Oh I think the Queen Bee
Between you and me
Will hang you from the very top
Of that same Lebanon tree!’

[inserted] ‘Queen Bee’ Our Nickname For the Admin Officer [/inserted]