Admin Inspection

High summer at the Regiment, Admin Inspection coming around So they placed a little saluting base At the edge of the Parade Ground. A coco matting covered floor On a stout square wooden base Which the fatigue party Manoeuvred carefully into place. Now I may have worn a uniform And been a soldier by name But i preferred to play Very unmilitary games. So, every night I visited That special little place And ceremoniously and seriously Passed water on the saluting base. How I loved the thought That the building smell Would make of that area A pungently urine smelling hell. Alas, all good things Must come to their end Because sadly I was discovered By an equally discontented friend. And before I knew it Every single night Folk were treated To the unedifying sight Of an ever growing band In the process of urination On that little coco matted Official saluting base station. Discretion being the thing And the damage being done We ceased operation and left Further action to that of the sun. Having sadly been posted for Unspecified but suspected crime I was not present there Come Admin Inspection time So I never did find out If it all went well And the Inspecting Officer suffered My planned olfactory dose of Hell So many many years later In odd moments of leisure I like to think it did, and that Gives me such intense pleasure.