I know a Christmas poem

Calling me dinky dau don’t mean nothin, it’s Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas as you may not have heard it before

Twas the before Christmas and all through the CORPS

not a troopie liberty they sure were sore

we were sacked out, every man in the lot

in a bed of spikes the Marine Corps called a bed

When out on the lawn came such a clatter

sprang from my bed to see what was the matter, a Rolly polly figure appeared on the scene

To my surprise it was Commandant of the Marines, there was no doubt, wearing a poncho, green side out He tipped-toed to each man’s rack, inspected each rifle & pack

To a chosen few, a 96 chit, to the majority a ration of shit

As he pulled away, in his gold-plated tank, drawn by ten colonels all pushing for rank, I heard him say in a very loud shout Merry Christmas you bastards, you’ll never out!

Found a card on my door step, ” what’s this”

they clearly thought, screw the Post office drove it way out here

Was from a young person who I’ve given trapping books and some knowledge about being humane while in the woods.

It’s what Christmas is all about right, Hope for a better tomorrow

Here, I’ll teach you something some already know, depending the situation and place loud or under your breath,

doo mammy monkey-eye

what’s that mean in the english, MF!

people may look at you weird, pay no mind to them, you don’t need their negatively in your life