Pacific Play-boy

Tiki Tabloid Supplement, Volume 1, Issue 3, 20 December 1943, Page 3

Pacific Play-boy

He wasn’t a hero of “Monty’s” Brigade, Under the palm trees he lounged in the shade His battlefield wasn’t all gory with blood, He just fought the flies and wallowed in mud He didn’t get headlines for any great charge, He just got the works from the bloody old Sarge. Never the heat of battle he saw, He only killed mossies that chewed him red raw [leave. No sweet faced fair damsels to meet on his Just blacked out tahines love dreams to weave [rain; He ambled through heat, through seasons of Got stung by the hornets and fought back again. He never got wounded, or shot at by Japs, He was just a real Playboy—well—maybe—perhaps; [fame ; His Middle East cobbers, he honoured their As a Cocouut thrower he thought it a shame That because of his grading or Government’s He languished in luxury over the hill; [will, He thanked all the ladies for parcels received, And was really suprised when he heard they were peeved; [strayed; It wasn’t his fault that their parcels had Not sent to the fighters as they really had prayed. But in years that are coming when children you’ve had, [Dad ? And they ask the question, “Where were you. Don’t be be ashamed as you answer and say, “In the Pacific, just having a Play." R. McK.