For Jake and the lads it's getting down right scary. The Duke of Windsor was the Abdicated King of England who chose to marry Wallace Simpson. They lived in Nassau Bahamas. His Nazi sympathies were well known.
XIV Bahamas Bound... The Laird Jake
Fog said we're in it now right to the brim
Guess its time to sink or swim
I knew Wild Bill in other days
He's not the type to walk away
Jim said Fog you're a surprise
Where and when did you meet Old Bill
Can we trust this guy with our lives
Or are aces and eights on the table
Bill's a hero from 1918
Got The Medal in France with the 69th
I knew him he didn't know me
But his men swear by his loyalty
Says I this is really queer
The Jake's already been at war a year
As a documented Canadian merchant ship
He technically part of the RCNR
We took a vote and all agreed
There wasn't much left to do
But sign the Jake and ship's company
To this secret force of buckaroos
We called Bill to tell him we were
All on board and what was next
Warm Springs Spa The three of you
In two days we'll meet to plan the rest
We arrived on the morning train
Nice little town in rural GA
Checked into rooms at the town hotel
To wait for Bill and come what may
Bill met us in the lobby bar
Took us to a private drawing room
We all walked in Bill closed the door
And who rolled in but FDR
We three were stupefied
Just stood there eyes open wide
Old Theodore said boys sit down
I've heard your men of much renown
Bill says your boat is just what we need
The Jake is really built for speed
You'll need that where we're sending you
You're Bahamas bound to save our stew
I just heard from my friend Churchill
Seems the Duke of Windsor is in peril
Nazi's want him in Germany
The Duke may just be a willing party
A sub is to ferry the duke and his wife
From Hamilton town to the port of Calais
Stop that sub before they board
Even if it means You take their lives
Your on your own out there my boys
We can't defend or acknowledge you
We'll arm you and The Jake with all the best
We've got the cash you do the rest
FDR rolled away his smile and wave was all we got
We turned to Bill in total shock
How the hell are we supposed to make
This all work what's your take
Well its already getting late
And now I've got a thirst to slake
Let's all convene another time
When I'll continue with this rhyme
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2015-04-03 at 01:52
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