My Polynesian Dances Poem by Stanley Cooper

I dreamt I lounged in far-off Polynesia
A great place to lounge ‘cause, there, loungin’s much easier
Any far-thinking man could easily predict
I would dreamily become a Polynesia addict

I found myself dancing the Polynesian Hula
Compared to the jitter-bug, the Hula’s way cool-a
The maidens I danced with were dressed to the hilt
In grassy green skirts, and WOW, those maidens were built

A blind man could see I was visibly shakened
When all of a sudden, I was crudely awakened
“Up and at ‘em”, my sergeant obstreperously blasted
My sarge and grass skirts were sharply contrasted

So back to K P with it’s unpeeled potatoes
A far cry from dreamy Polynesian tomatoes
But I survive this damn army regime
Escaping in more of my Hula-ing dreams