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The little white square



On the road outside the guard room
there's this little white square,
regularly refurbished
just because its there.
It was Corps day 1961,
the 21st birthday year.
Even mam and dad from withernwick
had promised to appear.
The whole place was on fatigues
trying to make it spic and span:
they were doing the road markings
from this paint in a big can,
when one of the squaddies
quickly turning round
went and spilt the paint
all along the ground.
Using his quick wits
and not a little skill
he very quickly changed
that ugly little spill.
Just as he was finishing
this Rupert came along.
“good work soldier,
just carry on”
On the road outside the guard room
there's this little white square
regularly refurbished
and I know why its there.


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The little white square