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Barrack room humour is now dead and gone,
That which we bandied about and which shone
With a non - PC attitude, yet to invent,
Employed by us all with amusing intent.
It brightened our lives and sharpened our wits;
Frequently ribald, it kept us in fits
Of perpetual laughter in formative years
As we shared every day with our barrack room peers.
Occasionally subtle, but sometimes quite blunt
Used by some to demonstrate, and maybe flaunt
Their command of that jocular, odd repartee
That we used every day, so familiarly.
To those not acquainted with this kind of fun,
Which often seemed cruel and unkind to some,
The barbs of verbosity thrown in the air,
Appeared to them that we did not really care.
Yet nothing could be so far from what was meant,
The seemingly savage and cutting comment
Was in a strange way, but a form of reflection,
Of our brotherhood’s way of showing affection.
And over the years as our lovers and wives
Have joined and become the main parts of our lives,
They realized in time, this was merely an act,
Concealing the plain, undeniable fact
That insults, derision, or sarcastic quip
Were merely disguising the close comradeship
That we had engendered in our younger days,
And then manifested itself in these ways.
It was just a sign of the way we lived then,
And never will be the case ever again,
For the impetus now is to seek great offence,
Ignoring the often underlying intent
At humour, misplaced now in this day and age
Of so-sensitive egos, ready to rage
At the merest suggestion of great provocation,
And seeking repayment, or some compensation.
So value those old days of simplicity,
When thoughts of contention or adversary,
Were alien to most of us, and day-to-day,
We merely desired to go our own way
Without fear of what others may just construe
To be slanderous, libelous, even though true.
Remember when we could just say what we mean,
And Barrack Room Humour reigned so supreme