Guarding the Gin

Colonel Whim
 Guarded the gin,
Major Ketting
 The Port

There was trouble afloat
 Supplying the fleet,
There were
 Jibble J Wobbles
About,

One took the shape
 Of Mrs Groke-Plate,
The Brigadiers
  Formidable wife,

The others were normal
 Pink blue and white,
The sort that you see
 When the gins getting low,

But they never despair
 There's always a spare,
It's kept in the admirals
 Sou wester.

 
                       Tony