Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ain’t Afraid to Tell


My brother Billy wants to be
A starting quarterback,
But longing for a set of pads
Is something that I lack.

Instead, the drill instructor’s life
Holds more appeal for me;
I want to lead the boys and girls
In Pregnancy PT.

I’ll get to wear a set of breasts
And imitation bulge,
To Jazzercise around the base,
And otherwise indulge.

And if I’m very, very good
At teaching soldiers well,
I may discover one to ask
Who ain’t afraid to tell.

And then will come our wedding day:
He’ll decorate the mess,
And I shall don that training gear
Beneath my wedding dress.

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