Lone Lee

Rookie (2-4-1992 / Penang)

National Service - Poem by Lone Lee

Trumpets sounding signaled the new dawn,
Many Recruits woke up with a frown;
Some grumbled and some muttered,
While some are too tired to be bothered.

Rushing out to the rally ground,
Ears peeled for their officers' sound;
Everything there is just a routine,
Every slight diffraction results in latrine.

Yet they stood and look their best.
Even if the rules are a pest;
Even if they're controlled with an iron fist,
They're the recruits of our National Service!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 27, 2010

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