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I wrote this poem when I worked in a grocers shop in Chellaston this was after my spell in the armed forces.

Rations

Just one ounce of fat its no more than that
And only four ounces of marg.
With three ounces of butter our british hearts tflutter
After all it is not very large.

Two ounces of smoked pig which is not very big
And two ounces of best Stilton cheese
It鈥檚 strong and it鈥檚 green the best ever seen
But it doesn鈥檛 half smell in a breeze

With meat for a shilling it鈥檚 not very thrilling
To discover that part of it鈥檚 bone
But theres one consolation , dried eggs for the nation
By way of American loan

Two ounces of tea between you and me
And milk just a quart from the cow
With sugar (what cheek) eight ounces a week
Makes not many drinks you鈥檒l allow

One pound of jam sweet, each month for a treat
You鈥檒l agree must be carefully used.
With points twenty eight what a tale to relate
Of the good things that must be refused.

On sweets just three ounces it鈥檚 junior that pounces
And potatoes are in short supply
Now bread runs to slices but despite rising prices
British morale is still high.

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