It was as late as nineteen forty one
when to our war-torn shores came Americans
so while the British tommies were away fighting
the girls at home found that quite exciting
to do their duty was really quite plain
these amazing visitors should be entertained
who introduced with razzmatazz
the jive, the jitterbug and all that jazz
officers, enlisted men, they all seemed grand
in this quaint, still almost Edwardian land
when asked if they could get acquainted
modestly the reply was, Oh my sainted
Aunt, whatever are you trying to say?
before agreeing to a roll in the hay.
When the pen takes control. 