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!
It started on the Friday morning
The Referendum results came in
The leave campaigns score was soring
The answer was not to remain.
So the UK will leave the EU.
In two years the deed will be done,
The PM stood up and quit on you.
A. Labour leader is almost gone.
Let look to the football teams for joy
Wales an outer now but beats the Irish,
Is it just a case of Thursday joy.
The republic was the server the exit dish!
The pound fell
The markets crashed
Europe stumbled
And the English team crumbled!!
So meeting time again today, promise of not conjuring the doodle man.
But look at the pad
It is the mask of dull meetings !!! Not seen since !! Well you decide!
The meeting doodle man. When the brain wanders and some one goes.
“You got that right?”
‘Eh! Yes of course ‘
But you look and you find the Meeting Doodle Man!