Author Harry Graham I was playing golf the day That the Germans landed; All our troops had run away, All our ships were stranded; And the thought of England's shame Altogether spoilt my game. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments