The Beverley's Lament

I came across this poem as I was sorting out to move house. It was posted in the local Portsmouth paper in the early 1960s. I hope no-one minds it being shared with you.

The Beverley’s Lament

A beverley stood on the ‘drome and sighed,
At the end of a day of toil,
With tears trickling down to the Thorney ground
To mix with the streamlets of oil.
A passing sergeant stopped and asked
“Oh why do you weep pray Bev?
You were happy up North as you gaily plied forth
With your nonchalant rumble and rev”
The Beverley stomped a four wheeled foot
“Oh nobody loves me now,
as I’m big and I’m slow, they think I fly low,
And they say I make too much row!”
“Those flighty young Comets get kudos galore
With their curvaceous come-hither look,
But I never was praised for the loads that I raised
In the heat from the sands of Tobruk”
” I get bored with just sailing o’er Cosham and Hayling
And circling round Pompey and Wight
But my pilots must learn how to climb and to turn
And to land on the ‘drome in the night.”
The sergeant playfully tickled a tyre
“It’s funny how people forget,
If trouble should brew, they’ll be glad of you
And a hundred more like you my pet!”

This was not too long after 242 OCU had moved from Dishforth down to Thorney Island and all the retired bigwigs, living in the area, started to complain about the noise.

cannot let this go without a picture but unfortunately I do not have one of a 242 OCU Beverley. This is XM112 coded V.

Glyn