Serving My Nation
Serving my Nation I dreamed
But to wake and dread
Making a precis of the data.
Imaging the drops
Cascading my drums
Which eyelashes could not dam.
Was it not my desire
That I be decked
In the coveted dress?
Oh the monster's drill
That kept me drenched
And oft kept me dry
But patently in few days'
I shall hear the thrum of drum
And in the end find the City a droll.
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