was a fearsome dame.
She could sling dirty water and call it champagne.
And, no outsider had the guts to complain
to Sprees Macready.
She had a body built for paint on a bomber's nose
and no use for a man
in civilian clothes.
You had to be at least Reserves for an intimate dose
of Sprees Macready.
One day she boarded up the windows of the USO.
Said life on the home front
was dragging too slow.
"Over there" was the action; she had to go
away, and, you know . . .
that part of history
ain't been written yet.
But, my bet's
on Sprees Macready.
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