(_Lines suggested by a recent incident on the Firth of Forth._)
There was a young alien in Fife
Who on spying was keen as a knife,
Till a sentry--good egg!--
Plugged him bang through the leg
And ruined his prospects for life.
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"Along the coast the French Fleet are now aiding the British
monitors, smashing the heavy buns rolled up to the coast by the
Germans."
In the heavy bun department we fear no rivals, and the Germans will soon
find that in more than one railway-station refreshment department they
will meet their Waterloo.
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