I am frankly all agog,
there was a riot about eggnog?
I imagine these particular cadets
were bound to have a few regrets.
See, these men, hale and hearty,
wanted to have a Christmas party,
but because they could not keep quiet,
it ended up in a great big riot.
Take 30 young men, add 3 gallons of rum and whiskey,
you can guess it might get a wee bit risky,
mix it with milk from a nearby dairy,
and it could get down right scary.
Here the story gets disjointed,
but in the end, several were Un-West Pointed.
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