A Private Named Moon
There once was a private named Moon.
He was taller than most in his platoon.
Some said he was a kind hearted goon.
His problem was a drill sergeant named Wreds.
Because Moon was taller than Wreds by two heads.
It’s very difficult to take a scolding seriously
When the sergeant’s head meets you mysteriously
In your neverlands
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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