So Sunday school.
They say he is 6ft 5,
others say he is 5ft 7
All agree he likes his Brown jackets.
Like a littlest hobo he travels the states,
Why? They ask, there is no why
Just cos!
He must they say be a searcher
But know he is a bad guys bogeyman.
Knight of old, righting wrongs!
Some say drifter
But he is just Jack REACHER.
The rose from the trenches in single file.
Order coming from the rear
heading out into no man’s land through the smoke most vile.
Football was used to bring them Near
Boom ! Boom went the German guns
The Soldiers went on up the hilly ground
Friends and brothers fell, others firing their guns
Thick smoke, cries of pain , the stench of death all around.
The Anglo French plan to win,
Got dented in the battle of Verdun
Slashing the French lines there in
Whilst depleting the Hun.
It all started so well
On the first of July
In the air the Flags Fly
Whilst Somme descended into HELL!
Arrive at work, review emails and answer questions.
Phone rings! Client catch up call, testing not going well!?
Why…
What does this do.
11am another client catch up call,
But in the distance a laugh is heard, from listening to their gripe and moan for not having a plan.
The sound of the monster comes …
The meeting doodle Man!? One cries!
No nothing so mundanly evil, but more funny and crueler still…
The meeting Doodle Clown is now unbound…
Hi So last night I was researching Fitbit for the start of creating a fitter me. The gadget is order and is arriving Friday.
I was also research the Lore on Griffins to expand on the short story that is coming along. But need to be careful and not get to close to GOT or Pete’s Dragon.