Still not more than a boy,
Considered guns were toys.
Spent my first night in camp
The sheets were slightly damp.
There were twenty to a room
Got to know them soon.
Undress by your bed
Then go and lay your head
And dream of Mother`s care
Its very rude to stare.
Up at morning`s light
Not feeling awfully bright.
At the showers hale and hearty
Just like a jolly party.
Privacy? don`t laugh
All in the shower bath,
Towel slapping fun
The day had just begun.
Line up by the wall
The Doc will see you all.
Drop your slacks and leap
With your slacks about your feet?
Squint and read those letters,
With one eye you silly beggar.
I`ll mark you as quite fit
Go and get your issued kit.
Drill and march upon the square
Let the barber shave your hair.
Just because you`ve two left feet
Does not mean you can`t be neat.
Double up and tote that gun
Your life boy has just begun.
Author notes
Forty-eight hours in boot-camp and the word privacy is not in the dictionary
A contest entry
- Write about privacy! by samantha jean.
900 points, ended March 22, 2007, 11 entries
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This is very well written, I liked the rhyming, and it flowed well.
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Great rhyming here and I like the subject matter - boot camps are a great idea for some of these yobs who think they own the streets! Good poem, I like it.
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