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Don’t Ask Just Eat
      by Harry E. Hill GM3

 

Now hear this! All lend an ear;
‘Tis a wretched lesson to learn I fear
All ‘bout our chow, our bread and meat;
When in doubt, don’t ask, just eat.

What’s in this cup? I bowed my head.
The cow that gave this milk was dead.
Was that a meat ball or a Beet?
When in doubt, don’t ask, just eat.

Ah! Mashed potatoes; who’d have known
Dark and limp-fresh as stone.
That black stuffs gravy-’tis a feat
To cook this crap-don’t ask, just eat.

That monster crawling off my tray’
The chicken served on Sabbath day.
Come back dear rooster, have a seat;
The reason why-don’t ask, just eat.

Those long thin forms on yon tin plate,
I’d swear were used for fishing bait.
My roast lamb gave a tortured bleat,
I crammed it down-don’t ask, just eat.

Beans for breakfast, drowned in catsup’
Seasick bean, the kind you wretch-up.
Course we’re not the suave elite,
So like I said-don’t ask, just eat.

When day is done, I hit the hay;
I dream of steaks I’ll eat some day.
I dream of eggs without the feathers,
Cocoa healthy brown, not gray.
I dream of supper on a plate,
A chow line not secured when late;
I dream all this, but must delete it.
It’s meal time-don’t ask, just eat it.


Dedicated to the Crew members of the
USS Daly DD 519
 

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