U-735 to Balz
Commander Only
At lesson's end, poor Bernard sighed
and snapped his pen in two
'I'll never get it quite as right
as you, o great guru.'
'Of course you won't, you silly tit,'
the captain curtly mused,
'keep working on the metric bit,
you will not be excused.'
Then Bernard had a thought and tried:
'perhaps I'll rhyme in feet!'
'An Allied scheme?!!!' Balz winced and cried:
'My booted foot you'll meet!'
Happy new year and happy hunting, comrade
Oberleutnant z.S. the honourable Freiherr Beckman
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And when an 800-ton Uboat has you by the tits... you listen!
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