A privates’ private life.
Hello my dear Delaney,
Where were you last night?
Awe no where, just it was a rare nite?
Yes we know.
Wow, you know, how d’yo.
You will soon know,
Now come with me.
But where to
The orderly room
Whatever for,
What crime have I done?
I can’t see why this orderly room,
‘Tis no fun
Well Mr. Private what did you say,
To Rosalind’s’ daughter
My, Sir, you know her too,
Shut up answer me.
Well she smiled, she blushed, and she winked,
After that I couldn’t see,
My eyes blinked.
She planted kisses, so many,
I couldn’t remember returning any.
Do you know who she is?
Not that I care much,
As long as she cares for me
Do you know who Sir, Rosalind is?
No Sir, she wasn’t with no one,
So how would I know?
He is our Commanding Officer,
And do know who are you now?
‘’Aye, aye, Sir, his son –in- law to be, ‘’
and it’s okay by me.
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