The Poetry Corner

A Ballad Of Buttonry

By John Kendall (Dum-Dum)

Clothes and the Man I sing. Reformers, note These of the Subaltern who owned a Coat. He was what veterans miscall, for short, By that objectionable term, a wart:[1] The Coat an item of the 'sealed' attire Wrung from his helpless but reluctant sire; Also the tails were long; and, for the pride Thereof, were buttons on the after-side; Majestic orbs, whose gilded obverse bore The bossy symbol of his future corps. The youth, ere sailing for a distant land, Did, in the interval, receive command To join a 'Course,' where men of grave repute Instruct the young idea how to shoot. Thither he sped, and on the opening day Rose, and, empanoplied in brave array, (Ample of flowing skirt, and with great craft And pomp of blazoned buttonry abaft) Won to the mess, and preened his fledgling plumes Both in the breakfast and the ante-rooms. Awhile he moved in rapture, and awhile Thrilled in the old, inevitable style To that stern joy which youthful warriors feel In wearing garments worthy of their zeal; Then came the seneschal upon the scenes, And knocked his infant pride to smithereens. For out, alack! the Fathers of the mess Strictly prohibited that form of dress, Being by sad experience led to find Disaster in the buttonry behind, Which tore and scratched the leather-cushioned chairs, And cost a perfect fortune in repairs! It was a crushing blow. That Subaltern Discovered that he had a lot to learn; Removed his Coat, and laid it, weeping, in Its long sarcophagus of beaten tin: Buried it deep, and drew it thence no more; Finished his Course, and sought an alien shore. So runs the tale. I had it from the youth Himself, and I suppose he told the truth. (The words alone are mine; I need but hint That his were too emotional for print.) And as in India, though the chairs are hard, His Coat - delicious irony - is barred; Being designed for cooler zones, and not For one inadequately known as 'hot'; And, furthermore, as bold Sir Fashion brings Changes, yea, even to the soldier's things: He questions if the Coat were worth the price, Seeing that he will hardly wear it twice.