The Captain.

The captain left his India Club
This Friday evening, by himself, as usual,
After many hours of reminiscences
With fellow officers over their feats of glory
On many battlefields.
A pleasant evening and the dashing officer
Opted to walk the short distance
To his Mayfair residence, a legacy
From his dearly departed parents.
  ''Good evening, sir'' said the butler
As he opened the door.
   ''Yes, James. I will take a bath now,
Then the usual after''.
   Thus it was that once refreshed,
The captain went to that special room
Upstairs where there was one long bench
Placed in the middle of the room
And various instruments of torture
Were to be found lining up the  walls.
   ''The whip, james'', he said as he
Stretched himself on the bench,
Revealing  an array of  reddish-pink marks
On his otherwise perfectly white back.