To the Rear, March
Army teamsters are known for their science of cursing. One of the trucks was deep in the mud and defied all his efforts and curses. A chaplain passing just then shocked.
“Friend, don’t you know who died for sinners?” he said. The answer was quick, “Damn your conundrums; can’t you see I’m stuck in the mud?”
Without further questions the chaplain decided to retreat.
Limber Kicks
He sipped the nectar from her lips,
As neath the moon they sat;
And wondered if another man
Had drank a mug like that.
* * *
A tool chest was the old hen’s nest,
I’ll bet you cannot match it;
She cackled when she tried to set
Upon a nail and hatchet.
* * *
A passing breeze
Exposed her knees;
Milady did not care,
She blushed for fear
Her naked ear
Might cause the men to stare.
* * *
Mamma loves papa,
Papa loves wimmin;
Mamma caught papa
In swimmin’ with wimmin.
* * *