Physical Training-Air Force Style - Poem by Joseph Anderson
They say we have to take it
And tell us what to wear;
I never try to make it
But, somehow do get there.
They say it's mighty good for you
'Twill make your muscles double;
I'd like to keep mine half the size
And save that toil and trouble.
They hold three classes every day,
At eight, at ten and two.
So sad the times they pick to play,
Are short and all too few.
They make me lie upon the ground
And push myself back up.
'Easy, listen for the sound
Stay in cadence with the hup'
They lay me over on my back
And make me touch my toes;
I bend until my muscles crack,
Still on and on this goes.
They send me on a road run
Through wooded hill and dale;
When I get back where it begun,
I have a dragging tail.
Now, life would be so heavenly,
If we could only part,
With this detestable P.T.
And spend those hours on art.
Air Force Days- 1944
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