Sonny Boy Charles W.P. Kamanski
Sonny Boy was a lad, he wasn’t all that bad, he’d just reached his pimply face teens
With his testicles undescended as Pearl Harbor was defended and his Uncle Sam called up the men
Sonny stayed home, he was just too young, as husbands answered Uncle Sam’s call
As our boys defended Liberty, he was just clearing puberty, but he, like them, gave his all.
Yeah, Sonny was too young, but Lord was he hung, as our soldiers and sailors did battle
Their wives through each night would ryth in delight as Sonny made their ovaries rattle
It was hard dirty work for a 14-year-old squirt, with the four F’s unable to do her,
But each wife in dire need, he would dutifully heed and forthwith patriotically screw her
Every night and every day when them husbands were away, courageously facing battle’s heat
Some wife in distress would hopefully lift her dress, and gratefully take some of Sonny’s meat
How that youngster did indulge during the Battle of the Bulge, insisting them lonesome wives to cope
As each exposed their thighs, he popped the rivets of his Levis, savin’ reachin’ in and realin’ out that rope.
Now the L.A. Juvenile Court could not stop his work, so devoted was Sonny to duty
And even on probation, he still helped our warring nation by unstintingly distributing his beauty
And the overseas mail soon told ‘Dear Johns’ the tale of Sonny’s unflagging activity
That Dear Husband, though sweet could no longer compete with this young stud’s sexual proclivity
And at the end of that strife, in fear of his life, Sonny Boy departed these climbs
With no medals or commendations from our ungrateful nation, just some memories of some God Damn good ol’ times.
I often reflect, when implored to inject, it in just a little bit farther
By some veteran’s ex-wife, you can bet your life, she knew Sonny Boy Wisecarver.
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