Stanza Sunday: Breakfast by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,

Because the shells were screeching overhead.

I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread

That Hull United would beat Halifax

When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead

of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head

And cursed, and took the bet; and dropt back dead.

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,

Because the shells were screeching overhead.

Gibson, Wilfrid Wilson. "Breakfast" Accessed on July 12, 2015, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/248532