| 'Twas the night before Christmas and all the the Corps Not a sole had liberty, the troops were all sore. Yes, every Marine every Marine in the lot was lying on a rack of nails called a Marine Corps Cot. When out on the Parade Deck I heard such a clatter, I sprang from my cot to see what the hell was the matter. With bayonet in hand I moved stealthily to the door I cautiously waited to see if there were more. Yes, it was the Commandant of Marines this there was no doubt he was wearing his poncho green side out. He carefully moved from rack to rack he cautiously inspected each rifle and pack to a chosen few a 96 chit but to the majority a ration of s*it As he pulled away in his gold plated tank pulled by ten colonels all bucking for rank I heard him say, and he said with a shout Merry Christmas you *uckers you'll never get out. |
10/19/00
