[published in the trench-paper “The Listening Post” July 21, 1916, No. 18, pg. 115]
Dame Fortune is a fickle jade,
One never knows her humour,
But for one worse, I'm sore afraid
That one must seek Dame Rumour.
Each prank she plays with merry jest,
Nor is she known to tarry;
Her latest, deals with six weeks rest
At gay Paree – or – Calais.
But when she whispers in your ear
"'Tis true" – – pay no attention,
For many a tale she's told this year,
Too numerous to mention
Remember all, when tales absurd,
So many are deceiving,
Take good advice, think o'er each word,
"That seeing is believing".