PS Magazine - TB 43-PS-613
PS, The Preventative Maintenance Monthly
ISSUE 613
DECEMBER 2003
S
o he ordered more extras
enlarging his stash,
And couldn’t be bothered
with what he called trash.
B
ut that trash, the unserviceables,
were a key to supply,
Depots could fix,
and to requisitions reply;
But Hoarder couldn’t be bothered
with mere readiness,
Of hoarding and trash piles
he couldn’t care less.
DEC 03
54
Parts Turn-in…
T
was the week before Christmas,
and all through Fort Blue,
Not a mechanic was happy,
awaiting some clue.
While the orders sat on the
ULLS clerk’s chair,
In hopes that some parts
soon would be there.
T
he parts had been ordered but supplies
there were none,
Though the Army folks said there were
parts by the ton;
But depots were empty
and workers were idle,
Because some parts rooms kept parts
as if they were idols.
A
nd none were so mean,
or so nasty, or vile,
As the grinch who held on to
each part in his pile;
His supply room a warehouse
so he’d feel no pinch,
His Highness,
the dishonorable,
Hoarder Grinch!
T
he commander called for the help that he needed
And forthwith a jolly old elf his call heeded;
Half-Mast the elf was so lively and quick,
He visited supply rooms with a speed that was slick.
More rapid than reindeer his friends made a raid,
“Hi, Connie! Hi, Bonnie! Hello, Sergeant Blade!
Let’s find those old grinches
who hoard and who stow,
And find those unserviceables adrift
like the snow.”
Get the parts while I can,
that’s what I say,
take a chance I’ll
have to wait some day,
NO WAY!
613. 54-55 (C)
10/31/03
1:47 PM
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