THE URINAL COLONEL

THE URINAL COLONEL

A Poem by Bear
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Written as a marching cadence, hut two three four, hut two three four.

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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 Bear


Author's Note

Bear
I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

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It's a fun read. I'm sorry about your feet...

Posted 9 Years Ago



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