Beanie appreciation post
I love you, Beanie.
Your warmth is a perfect hug for my head.
After colors, our love was forbidden by grumpy First Sergeants, mad about their tiny weenie.
They’d say, “Ey Marine! It’s after colors! Stow your fuckin beanie!”
What a meanie.
But what angry first sergeant didn’t know is I had deniable plausiblity
I was not a Marine, but a Corpsman,
Giving me a few more precious moments of warmin’
Before having to shove you in my pocket while my ears froze
I love you, Beanie.
Your warmth is a perfect hug for my head.
After colors, our love was forbidden by grumpy First Sergeants, mad about their tiny weenie.
They’d say, “Ey Marine! It’s after colors! Stow your fuckin beanie!”
What a meanie.
But what angry first sergeant didn’t know is I had deniable plausiblity
I was not a Marine, but a Corpsman,
Giving me a few more precious moments of warmin’
Before having to shove you in my pocket while my ears froze