REMEMBER LT MANO, USNR?
January 1, 1996
Listen you Middies, and you shall hear,
Of one whose name will strike you with fear.
All [Flying Midshipmen] from Class Forty-eight
Remember this little guy with ego so great.
Only five foot one, he really was small
But to worms like us, he stood mighty tall.
His screaming could make a grown man cry,
You obeyed instantly and didn’t ask why.
“You there … push-ups … make it twenty.
OK … one hundred, that should be plenty.
And after that, two hundred laps,
What did I do to get stuck with you saps?”
In Physical Training, he was Simon Legree.
“You pukes couldn’t make it in the USMC!”
He called us scum, low-life, and louse.
We replied (silently) … yo Mighty Mouse!
He pushed himself like a freakin’ machine
And was one of the best on the big trampoline.
“Put on a show,” per the Admiral’s command-o.
“Delighted,” says he, our Lieutenant Mann-o.
Bouncing, bouncing, way up to the top.
Front drop, side drop, now a back drop.
I’m getting sick. Will he never stop?
Some smart guy yells, “Do a COUGH DROP!”
Enraged he glares, his eyes glaze like glass.
“OK you bastards, who’s the wise-ass?”
“You there, the dumb one, I can tell by your smirk.
Fifty push-ups … one-handed, you miserable jerk.”
But then he did a quick double take.
He knew he just made a tremendous mistake.
One final bounce … he flew out of the gym,
With his victim, the ADMIRAL, hot after him!