ODE TO CONVENTIONAL SUBMARINES
The crew who man a submarineAre often thought of as unclean
But would those men that "point and whine"
Go down in one to serve "their time"
For discipline and sense of trust
On board a "boat" these are a must
The cleanliness and length of hair
Don't count for much when stuck down there
The crews are trained
And practice well
To do their jobs
“BIow ships to hell"
In time of war if they are caught
Their chance of living comes to "nought"
For them no sailors "farewell wave"
The "boat" becomes a communal grave
The "General Service" both dislike and fear
These men and craft that don't appear
But strike them hard then slip away
Yes the men in "Boats" deserve their pay
R. P. Pay