They are devoid of anything that faintly resembles 'class,'
standing there glaring at you - row after row of 'em.
Heck, their sergeant gave the order to advance, and wot'd they do?
Scowl and fume, that's wot! and not even bright enough to flinch in the face of certain demise to come.
They 'ad no shame ~ ~ ~ nor even the sense to retreat!!