ACK-ACK HYMN

Flak, Volume 1, Issue 8, 25 June 1943, Page 3

ACK-ACK HYMN

(Suggested by a similar poem in a previous issue) Dear boys, we have come to a wonderful place, Where there’s petticoats, panties and plenty of lace, There’s the funniest things hanging out on the line, And I’m firmly convinced that none of them’s mine. When “Stand Easies” are given there's great consternation, They mean something else to the rest of the nation. There’s only one place this could possibly be Where the tall Cliffs of G 1 sweep down to the Sea. Now these beautiful creatures are Waacs I am told, A few are so coy, with others so bold. There are long ones and short ones and others so slender,. It’s the boys overseas that they have to remember, And never before have we ever seen One out with a Gob or a bloody Marine. ■ It’s just not the thing, couldn’t possibly be, Where the tall Cliffs tof G 1 sweep down to the Sea. We’s taught them G.L. and other devices, But there’s little to teach them of life and its vices. But the thing the predictor just cannot explain Is how true to our local lads they’ll remain. They say that their love-life is sadly neglected By the work on their hope chests there’s something expected. They will always be faithful, \ our dear boys, to thee, ■ Where the tall Cliffs of G 1 sweep down to the Sea. —GI. DARNED GOOD TRICK " A drunk watched a man enter a re-, volving door. As the door swung round a pretty girl came out. “Darned good trick,” he muttered, “but I don’t shee how that guy changed his clothes so fast,”