While squaddies suck from squalid cups,
A Copper cups a cappuccino.
But the bosses booze needs leaves to brew,
So its time for tea and tittle-tattle
A copper-camera coffin-dodger,
Quaffs hot coffee in crockery quarts.
The seated sentry shines on the sinful,
Sitting in silence and sipping on soup.
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