The Dog Song

This poem/song was handed down to me by my U.S. Marine father, a WWII veteran of battles on the Pacific islands of Saipan and Tinian. Any Marine vets out there who remember this one, or perhaps others (that aren’t too raunchy for the mods—a Seabee myself, I’m all too familiar with raunchy poems and cadences)?••••••••••••The Dog Song. —U.S. Marines, WWIIOh, the dogs they had a meeting,They came from near and far.Some dogs came by motor bus.And some by motor car.Arriving at the meeting hall.The dogs could take a look,Where they had to hang their ass holes,Way up high, upon a hook.Now, when they were all assembled—.Each canine son and sire—.Some dirty bulldog sonofabitch.Jumped up and hollered “Fire!”Now all were in a panic—.T’was hell, upon to look;Each doggie grabbing at random.An ass hole from a hook.The ass holes were all mixed up,Which made the doggies sore,To have to wear another dog’s ass.He’d never worn before.So that is why, unto this day,A dog will leave a bone,To run and smell another dog’s ass.To see if it is his own. via /r/funny https://ift.tt/2YKPT6W