THE URINAL COLONELA Poem by BearWritten as a marching cadence, hut two three four, hut two three four.At me my dad would always shout Then one day he got mad and threw me out He was a wreck and said I made him nervous With nowhere to go he said, "try the services" So I shaved my head just to impress The recruiting officer so he wouldn't guess That I was born with two left feet So my big toes will never meet To the left, to the left, I got no right To the left, to the left, well not quite But the armed services turned me down Because I can only march round and round As I turned to go, wondering what would I do The Sergeant said "but we still have a job for you" They trained me special in hand to hand Because they said of this my job would demand Now I brush and polish till they glow nocturnal And that is why they call me the urinal Colonel To the left, to the left, I got no right To the left, to the left, well not quite Bear © 2015 BearAuthor's Note
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