WW II Marine Poem

[arney]

From the Leatherneck

The Marines, The Marines, those blasted gyrenes,
Those seagoing bellhops, those brass-button queens,
Oh! They pat their own back, write stories in reams,
All in praise of themselves the U.S. Marines!
The Marines, The Marines, those publicity friends,
They build all the forests, turned on all the streams,
Discontented with the earth, they say Heaven’s scenes
Are guarded by-you guess! Right! U.S. Marines.

The moon never beams, except when the Marines
Gives it permission to turn on its gleams.
And the tides never rises, The wind never screams
Unless authorized by the U.S. Marines.

The Marines, The Marines, in their khakis and greens,
Their pretty blue panties, red stripes down their seams,
They thought all the thoughts, dreamed all the dreams;
Singing, “The Song of Myself”- The U.S. Marines
They grab all the gravy away from the Navy,
All they leave the poor sailors is beans.
The Army gripes likewise ‘bout those Leatherneck guys
‘Cause they all wish that they were Marines.

[thedrifter]

Thanks For Sharing.....Gary.....

Sempers,

Roger

[arney]

Thanks for the help. glad you liked it, enjoy!