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The Old Man always sloped
along the Deck
Saluting with an airy wave of hand
Seeming to float relaxedly along
His suit of naval doe immaculate
Four rings of Captain
golden on each sleeve
His shoes of soft
black gleaming leather kid.
Yet when he sat
behind Defaulter's desk upon
Defaulters and Requests Parade
He was The Dragon of the Admiralty
Tartar dispensing justice
in a cultured tone
Wincing at the yells
and stamps of Jildy
Conferring with his
Deputy alone
Thrumming manicured fingers
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