Tommy
Tommy
So there is Tommy in the trenches
And Tommy on the guns and Tommy halfway
across no man’s land, used as a target by
the Huns.
Then there’s Tommy in the
surgeons tent both legs one arm a
missing and Tommy blinded by the gas
lungs so bad he is hardly whispering.
Then there's Tommy in the firing squad
waiting for the shout
And Tommy
blindfolded, tied to a post wondering, if
this is what life is all about.
Then there’s
Tommy giving the order with pistol in
hand, ready to deliver the coup de grace
so other Tommys will understand.
Then there's
Tommy in the war room with his Earl gray
tea and biscuits, Followed by a nice spot of lunch
at the officers club with the valet to clean
up the dishes.
But of course at the top,
there are many tough decisions to be
made with many live at stake,
So be a good fellow Jeeves
and pass me another glass
of Chardonnay
And nice piece of
Christmas cake.
Copyright © Stephen Morrow | Year Posted 2013
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