As well as her Diary of the war, Lorna Lloyd left other pieces of writing, including stories, plays and poetry. In this bonus episode Bethany Ray reads some of Lorna’s poems. They date from the 1920s to the months before Lorna’s early death in 1942.
This is episode 3 of Lorna 's poetry.
A slight satire on a great game
The other day I met a man
I hadn’t seen since term began
He carried one arm in a sling
And walking, limped like anything
He wore a bandage round his head
One eye was black, the other red!
I hailed him (I am never rude)
With kindness and solicitude
I took his arm, lest he should fall
And propped him up against a wall
‘Now tell me, Blank, to me relate
How you have got into this state
You might have been, I must be frank
Run over by