UnPoetia:The Dash of the Class Brigade

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Half a league half a league,

Half a league onward.

All in the halls of Death,

Came the six hundred:

Forward the Class Brigade,

Charge for the classes' he said

Into the school of Death

Came the six hundred.

Forward, the Class Brigade!

Was there a prep dismayed?

Not though the students knew

Some one had blundered:

Theirs not to write reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to learn and die,

Into the school of Death

Came the six hundred.

Athlete to right of them,

Athlete to left of them,

Athlete in front of them

Yelled and thundered;

Stormed at with push and pull

Boldly they walked and full

Into the school of Death,

Into the halls of Hell

Came the six hundred.

Flashed all their books bare,

Flashed as they turned in air,

Slapping the athletes there,

Storming an army while

All the students wondered:

Plunged in the sweat-blood

Through the line they run;

Lineman and Goalie

Reeled from the book thud

Shattered and sundered.

Then they went back, but not

Not the six hundred.

Athlete to right of them,

Athlete to left of them,

Athlete behind them

Yelled and thundered;

Stormed at with push and pull,

While book and student fell,

They that had fought so well

Came through the school of Death

Back from the halls of Hell,

All that was left of them

Left of six hundred.

When can their courage fade?

O the wild dash they made!

All the students wondered.

Honour the dash they made!

Honour the Class Brigade,

Noble six hundred!