by Cpl. Robert L. Cook

Jan. 1942~Sept. 1945

I need to loose

A few pounds,

Don’t like my body

Being round.

I guess if you're 85

You should be glad

You’re alive.

Thought that I would

Join the boots,

Now wouldn’t that

Be a hoot.

Me keepin’ up

With those kids

Would really put me

On the skids.

It ain’t like I

Can’t see my toes

Or whatever else

Is down below.

I can’t afford

To buy new clothes

For every pound

That tends to show.

I guess I’ll have

To give up beer

And other things

That bring me cheer,

For when the gut

Begins to show

You know something

Has to go.

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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.

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