Dean the
marine was prepared to be scared
But he just
could not bear to be bared
And viewed
the naked body as something not to be shared
A puritan of
principles
He was a
complete and utter prude
And considered
it exceedingly rude to parade around in the nude
He was
skilled in military exercises
Combat and
to shoot
But the
soldier was far too timid to be seen in his birthday suit
Dean was a
fighting machine
Sturdy
Tough and
dour
But what
frightened him the most was the inevitable communal shower
He could
kill with his bare hands
Live off the
land
Survive in
any weather
But he was
outrageously coy of being caught in the altogether
So Dean had
to wait until the witching hour
To sneak out
of bed for his solitary shower
Wait each
night till the others were asleep
And to the
showers deftly creep
With heart
hammering fear of being accosted
Day after
day he wakes up exhausted
But the real
truth is known only to his mum
And since he
was a small boy he hasn't been able to overcome
That his
wiener is smaller than the size of his thumb
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