Short Sergeant Poems
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sixty-fourth birthday
one candle on the cake
my wife's gift
the Sergeant Pepper album
*will you still love me when. . ."
Robert Streater a royalist
&a Sergeant Painter artist
Best known for ceiling of the Sheldonian
& clearly a Charles II appointed 'man'
War Tanka
A master sergeant
Walked out of camp at night
Murdering Afghans
Nine of them were children
Their demise caused no uproar
A maple leaf fell off the flag
When Mounted Police hit a snag
Some maple syrup
Stuck to his stirrup
Voilà Sergeant Preston in drag!
Hey when its over its over
Squad Sergeant combing his grove
Takes out the vice shredders
I'm not gonna leave in a scuffle
I'll shake your hand and grin
Wish you a nice afterlife
Found out the law would put him under lock
He hung himself from the old tower clock
Was to be tried for flashing
Said the Sergeant in passing
His untimely death came as quite a shock
In the base motor pool
See an off-limits card school-
A scheming Bilko takes the pot
Hoodwinking top brass was his game,
Fast talking his claim to fame.
Brian Strand Rhyme me an olf TV show-Sergeant Bilko
Alas, Abe Lincoln was fatally shot forsooth,
By that nefarious cad John Wilkes Booth!
Booth was shot by Sergeant Boston Corbett,
Sending him on his well-deserved eternal orbit!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
C troop is the sloppiest, the sergeant told me. stay away.
can’t I help them get better? I asked, my big mistake that day.
No, they are cupcakes, he told me, soft and not much good at war.
I ran over to take a peek. They were tasty, that’s for sure!
The Honeymooners
Burns & Allen
Mister Ed, Mork & Mindy
My Favorite Martian, My Three Sons
Sergeant Bilko, Dobie Gillis
O, for the shows that used to thrill us
You Bet Your Life, the Jack Benny Show
I can't list more ~ they're all I know
If everybody had an ocean
it would be the bomb
everybody'd be surfin'
like in Vietnam
when we're on R&R
we surf China Beach
get away from the war
and the jungle heat
a little vacation
out of the way of harm
tell the Sergeant we're surfin'
Surfin' Vietnam
When I’m Sixty-Four
In days of Sergeant Pepper,
When I was twelve years old,
The Beatles recorded a track,
That was Pepper solid gold.
A tune written tongue and cheek,
“When I’m Sixty-Four”
Never believing when I was twelve,
I could ever reach that score.
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
© All Rights Reserved
Rest in Peace faithful one
Your duty is done
It’s time to return your gear
The sergeant will mark you clear
Your mates will remember you
With the laughter and tears too
They will form your guard of honour
And will toast you as a true blue copper.
© Paul Warren Poetry
“I am going to peek out the foxhole!” The squirrel told his troop.
“Don’t call it that!” screeched Finicky Farlane, spilling his soup.
Seriously, it is called that for real, Finicky, said Sergeant McBeal.
They should rename it then, Farlane said, spilling the rest of his meal.
L – Little Larry Leadfoot
I – insisted on
C – careening around
K – key intersections
E – endangering himself,
T – terrifying other
Y – youngsters.
S – Sergeant Smart
P – persisted in
L – law enforcement,
I – impounding Larry’s
T – tricycle.
written April 6, 2018
Sergeant Schmo was chef in an Army mess.
He excelled in concocting S.O.S.,
But troops preferred M.R.E.s,
They were very hard to please!
Don't know what S.O.S. is? Take a guess!
(P.S.: Ask a veteran nearest you what S.O.S. is - the answer will astound you!)
He
like a drink
did granpa
Shreeve
Sergeant stripes
still on his
sleeve-
Victorian born
buckled belt
boots,trousers
braced
strong
silent,twirled
of moustache
rigid
upright
no ceremony-
faded
sepia grey
in
memory
My imagination plays
I lie around watching
Not caring though
Not terribly concerned
Not rushing anything
Letting my muse Trixie have her way
I do not involve myself
Until the rewrites anyway
She is yelling at imagination now
Using her drill sergeant voice
Making it give her one hundred percent
I turn over and go back to sleep
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
TRUE GRIT
He
liked a drink
did granpa
Shreeve
Sergeant stripes
still on his
sleeve-
Victorian born
buckled belt
boots,trousers
braced
strong
silent,twirled
of moustache
rigid
upright
no ceremony-
faded
sepia grey
in
memory
I'd buy Stars And Stripes on Thursdays
To plan Saturday's volksmarch trip.
Vineyards along the Mozel,
On bluffs above castles,
Thru medieval towns;
This Sergeant loved
Those German
Volksmarch
Hikes
Move!/
Wait!/
Hurry!/
Yes, Sergeant!/
Make your buddy smile!/
Straighten ranks; fix your intervals!/
You have twenty seconds and ten are already gone!/
You are no longer new recruits, you are now soldiers; congratulations!/
The first sergeant saw that the new recruit
Definitely was not very astute
He told him to get the donkey d---
Cause the truck needed some oil slick
The buck private went laughing on mute
My grandson told me that sometimes in the military the men won't understand or remember what they are told so this type of tactic is used to get their attention. LOL
When it came to your acting career, you were no slacker.
You starred as Sam the butcher and as Sergeant Hacker.
You guest starred on the Andy Griffith Show at least ten times.
On that show you mostly played characters who turned to crime.
It was extremely sad when your life ended.
You were a great actor and you certainly deserve to be commended.
(Dedicated to Allan Melvin who died January 17, 2008.)