Below is the OCR of some typed carbon copy & mimeographed poems found among letters from 1945-47 and are from someone serving in the navy. If you wish to verify the text below, please download the PDF of the scanned pages.
UNITED STATES ACORN
THIRTY-FOUR
c/o FLEET POST OFFICE
SAN FRANCISCO,
CALIFORNIA
"Lil The Whore"
In a town of Louiseville,
There lives a well known whore, name Lil,
Now it was known for miles
around,
That no two men could hold her
down.
Then over the hill came a bare ass
greek
Who said his name was Piss Pot Pete.
He laid his cock across the
bar,
It was seventeen inches long and twice as
hard.
Lil knew then she had met her
fate,
But to back out then was to
late.
So they choose a spot up on the
hill,
In back of the shit house beside the
mill,
He mounted her like a Belgium
stud,
And threw her ass into the
mud.
And they fucked and fucked for
hours,
Until they had killed all the trees and
flowers,
Lil tried some stuff, some super
stunts,
Unknown to other common cunts.
Finally with a sigh and a
cough,
Lil gave up and Pete jacked off.
Now Lil is no longer a well known
whore.
And Pete is the father of four or mores,
They no longer do it
behind the mill,
For now they do it on the window sill.
Pete better teach his kids from right from
wrong,
Or they will go about a signing this
song.
Garter Fixer.
Darling let me fix you're garter,
Just an
inch above you're knee,
And if my hand should slip up farther,
Please don't take it out one
me,
So she let me fix her garter,
Just an inch
above her knee,
And my hand it slipped up farther,
And she
shot all over me.
A WAVES DREAM:
While hugging and kissing in the Blackberry
patch,
He gave me a quarter to feel my
snatch.
He pulled up my dress, my pants he let
fall.
I stood there like the Venus the fairest of all.
My plump little ass and belly as white as
snow.
With hair curled around in the valley
below,
His fingers were twirling the soft pussy hair,
I could stand there forever with
his hand
settled there,
I opened his pants and took out his
cock,
It was pounding and throbbing and hard as a
rock.
He opened my snatch, which pleased him to
do,
And I knew in a minute that he was going to
screw.
He laid me down in pretty green
grass,
One arm around my shoulders, the other my
ass.
He seemed in a hurry to open the
door.
For he never knew that I'd never been drilled
before.
His balls hung down to the crack of my
ass,
His prick hunted my hole, it was going to pass.
I helped guide his
cock into the right slit.
And thought for a moment that I was going to
shit.
But how could I shit, laying there on the ground.
With my ass
stretched so that my ass couldn't pound.
His balls were as big as the egg of
a duck,
They sure went to work when he began to fuck.
First he worked up, then he worked
down.
While I worked my ass Around and
around.
We would tell by our panting that we were
getting together,
So I squeezed my legs and made it feel
better.
The head of his cock touched part of my
spine,
And I thought that I was in Heaven
divine,
I felt the hot streams splash in snappy
beats,
From the top of my head to the bottom of my
feet.
I let go with both barrels and passed out
that say,
How long I was out I don't know
today.
When I awoke from this beautiful
dream,
From the crack of my ass ran a river of
cream,
And I let loose with a hell'va
scream,
For under the bed there lay my boyfriend
Jay.
SONG OF THE REGULARS: U.S. NAVY.
'Why didn't I wait to be drafted,
And be
led to the train by a band,
And put in my claim for exemption,
Oh, why did
I hold up my hand.
Why didn't I wait for the
banquet,
Why didn't I wait to be cheered,
For the
drafted men get all the credit,
While I merely Volunteered.
And nobody gave me a banquet,
Nobody said a kind word,
The puff of the engine, the grind of the
wheels,
Was all the goodbye that I heard.
Then off to the training camp hustled,
To
be trained for the next half year,
And in the shuffle forgotten,
I was only a
Volunteer.
And perhaps some day in the
future,
When my little boy sits on my knee,
And
asks what I did in the great war,
While his eyes look up at me.
I'll have to look back in those
eyes,
That at me so trustingly peer,
And tell him I was not drafted,
I was only
a VOLUNTEER!
WOMAN!
She's an angle in truth, a demon in
fiction,
A woman's the greatest of all
contradictions,
She's afraid of a cockroach, She'll scream at
a mouse,
But She'll take a husband as big as a
house.
She'll take him for better, she'll take him
for worse,
She'll split his head open, then be his nurse,
And when he's
well and can get out of bed,
She'll pick up a teapot and throw at his
head.
She's faithful, deceitful, keen-sighted and
blind,
She's crafty, simple, cruel and kind,
She'll make him her ruler,
her hero, and clown,
Love him up, then knock him down.
You fancy she's this you'll find she's
that,
She'll play like a kitten, fight like a eat,
In the morning she
will, in the evening she wont,
One you are expecting she will but she
wont.
The Beginning of Texas.
The devil in Hell we are told, was
chained;
Ten thousand years he there remained;
He didn't complain nor did he
groan;
But he swore he would have a Hell of his
own;
Where he could torment the souls of
men;
Without being chained in a prison pen;
So
he asked the Lord if he had on hand;
Anything left when He made this
land.
The lord said yes I have plenty of
land,
But it's down in Texas on the Rio
Grande,
The fact is old boy the stuff is so poor,
I don't think you could
make a Hell anymore.
The Devil went down to look at the
tract,
Said if I get if for nothing I surely am
stuck,
But in order to get the stuff off his
hands,
The Lord promised the Devil to water the
lands,
He had lots of water of which there which
there was no use,
Twa's the Rio Grande River and stinks like
the duce,
So the bargain was made and the deed was given,
And the Lord went back to His seat in
Heaven,
Now said the devil I've all that is
needed,
To make a good Hell and he nearly succeeded,
He put thorns on all
the trees,
And filled up the sand with millions of
fleas,
He put thorns on the cactus; and horns on the
toads,
And scattered tarantulas along the road
Made the Rattlesnake bite and the scorpions
sting,
And the mosquitoes amuse you with the buzz of
their wings.
He covered the country with millions of
ants,
So when you sit down they eat holes in your
pants,
He lengthened the horns on the Texas
steers,
And built two additions on the jackrabbits
ears.
The wild Boar roams thru the black chaparral,
What a hell of a place he got for his
Hell,
The heat in the summer is two hundred and
ten,
Too hot for the devil and too hot for the
men.
Red peppers grow wild on the banks of the
brook,
And the Mexicans use them in all that they
cook,
Just dine with a Mex, and no more will you
doubt,
That it's hell on the inside as well as the
out.
But now things have changed for the soil was
so rich,
They could feed the whole world by the side
of that ditch,
The finest legumbers and fruit in the
land,
Are grown in Texas by the Rio
Grande.
UNITED STATES ACORN
THIRTY-FOUR
c/o FLEET POST OFFICE
SAN FRANCISCO,
CALIFORNIA
My Girl.
If I had a girl and she was
mine,
I'd paint her tits with Iodine.
And on her
cunt I'd put a sign,
Keep of the grass, This hole is
mine.
(Sam The Lavatory Man)
Sam, Sam, The lavatory man,
Chief Inspector of the crap house
can.
He issues the tissues and and issues the
towels,
And listens to the music of the moving
bowls,
Flip Flop, here them drop,
Those are the shit house
blues.