Stores

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There was a chap
Worked in stores
Of a paint shop
Not exactly honest
But when caught
Red handed
Owned up
It was a fair cop

Rats, as big as alleycats, in the quartermaster's store used to worry me as a child. (But not chips, as big as battleships.)

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I stored in advance for the beast from the East. No panic screaming for bread and milk. What! round 2 coming? Where's my wallet? #130story

There wasn’t much rapport
In the quarter masters store
When the squaddy asked for new boots
As his little toe was sore.
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Thinking fiscally, we filled our stores with hay before we bought any timber. No point putting the cart before the horse. #130story