by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 42~Sept. 45
I know it ain't too nice to tell
But bear with me for a spell,
For it's an important thing, you see,
To have a place where you can pee.
Now we did not have a place
Too fancy,
In fact, it was quite crude.
There was no place
For you to sit
When you had to attend
That famous slit.
Your balance had better be
As good as it could get,
You see,
For there you teetered
On the brink
Of falling into
That awful stink.
I've seen it happen
Now and then,
And what they said
Was more than sin.
A decent head is nice, you see,
When you're in an awful need.
It ain't no fun to hunker down
Over some soggy ground
That affords you little
That is fine
Where you must bare
Your cold behind
And walk away
So content
Happy that you have spent
Your alloted time
To good intent.
Semper Fi!
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About the author: Robert Cook served with Reg. Weapons Co.(2d-2d) from 1942~44, at Guadalcanal
and Tarawa, during a 33-month overseas tour.
