As do many in navy we contrive

a crux of vegetable. Get &

stay lean for a cranked

majority. Slam & how hard

a door. Straight

to majesty. Chic ribaldry

moving fast. Back

to front & what’s

between. Grass pains

for a handsome twosome who think

of money as a friend. What they feel,

is it on purpose or just

a lucky scratch? Probably probity enough

for a squeal or two so long as they don’t go

international. Count your blessings

but lick your postcards first. Make it

a solemn occasion. A blank

for the fill-ins. To button which

who’d dare? To be sure

your much touted celestials

won’t. Who, placed

to such advantage,

nothing do. Our cue

to switch to meat. Take up knives,

row for our lives.