by Bob | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
The lance jack was a lanky man His eyes were crossed and squint To cap it all his wife was fat A rude and boozy bint The corporal was a bigger man 6 foot 4 at least He’d come in at the weekends To give us all a beast He’s shout and scream at dark o’clock He wouldn’t...
by Bob | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Oh my gawd he’s ere again our nemesis our daily bane All instructors do is shout I wish he’d go and turn about Here we go now “line up then” he marches up says “right then men” “We’ll have a spot of drill today” hope he breaks his leg we pray Up and down we’d bloody...
