Ode To 'Wogs

O' salty Shellbacks,
I'm definitely not you.
To my fellow 'Wogs,
I will be true.

I made it through,
My long career,
Without a fire hose,
Touching my rear.

No mouthful of grease,
From King Neptune's tummy,
Nor the taste of anything,
Much less yummy.

No tunnel of old garbage,
Did I tread,
Nor other festivities,
Did I dread.

Having never gone through,
That grueling day,
A proud, grateful 'Wog,
I am destined to stay.

© 08/07/97 by David L. Henkel

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