Yes, that's the same Housman. It's quite funny but I think this one by by Hugh Kingsmill is better:
Quote:
What - still alive at twenty-two,
A clean, upstanding chap like you?
Sure, if your throat is hard to slit,
Slit your girl's, and swing for it.
Like enough you won't be glad,
When they come to hang you, lad:
But bacon's not the only thing
That's cured by hanging from a string.
So, when the spilt ink of the night
Spreads o'er the blotting-pad of light,
Lads whose job is still to do
Shall whet their knives, and think of you.
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Apparently Housman himself said this was the best parody he had seen of himself.