Ant Smith

All poems

Commando

Commando goes where no man goes
Commando goes in commando
Commando goes where the wind blows
Commando knows when it is cold

Commando goes by bike or boat
Commando goes like billy-o
Commando goes so fast not slow
Commando knows when things hang low

Commando goes where he wants to
Commando goes on the tip of his shoe
Commando goes like a bear in the woods
Commando knows what feels so good

Commando goes with his pervy plan
Commando goes with his lad in his hand
Commando goes all across this land
Commando knows how to make a stand

Commando loves a public wank
Commando loves his little man
Commando does not understand
Why commando's still a single man