The Women of the Garrison

We are lovely and soft and cuddly and warm,

if we like you at all and you have any charm,

and you're lucky enough to be the man on our arm,

but if you're not... then,

You've not been kissed, till you've been kissed by the fist

of a woman of, The Garrison.

We are sweet and we're kind and we're peaceful as doves

we hold up our pinkies and wear silken gloves

we wouldn't, not ever, raise our soft voices,

unless you are rude and give us no choices.

And then I can say, always, for truly,

without a doubt, and never unduly... that,

You've not been kissed, till you've been kissed by the fist

of a woman of, The Garrison.

We're always polite and ever so gracious

we eat tiny bites and we're never voracious

if you take us to dinner and pay all the check

but if you shirk on your duty you'll likely get decked.

Because...

You've not been kissed, till you've been kissed by the fist

of a woman of...

you gotta love..

The Women of The Garrison.