gigantic girlish ghouls gathered at Gate’s gazebo
glabrous ghouls glistening grotesque globs of gloom
gothic goldbricking good-for-nothing gossips on the go
green-eyed grandstanding grifters, guests of green groom.
The infernal bane of Private Beetle Bailey,
Is Sergeant Snorkel who pounds him daily!
Beetle has mastered the fine art of goldbricking,
And somehow manages to survive his daily licking!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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