Jack Birchel was a big man, Jack Birchel was bully!
he was an ugly, evil man, and i understood him fully
he was a blacksmiths striker, who worked out in the yards
Jack took everything he wanted, that was on the cards!
with one hand he'd pick a young boy up, and leave him hanging by his belt
humiliation was his game depends on how he felt
he used to pull their trousers down in front of other guys
and slap them on the bottom, oblivious to their cries!
whenever some new guy started, he was issued with new gear
Jack would often take it all, he instilled such fear
then a new guy started! his name was Tanky Wrench
he was just a little guy eating a sandwich by his bench
Jack did then approach him, and grabbed Tanky's spade
Tanky didn't take to kindly to this, and into Jack he laid
he broke the handle over his back, and said i think your right
this old spade must be mine, Jack had turned quite white
as Jack lay prostrate upon the floor this is what i heard
! next time I'll take your fingers off! you can take my word!
Jack went very quite! a lesson he had learned
don't mess with little Tanky or your fingers will get burned
two months later a new guy started, his new gear by his side
Jack started to sus him out but to his rear he spied!
Tanky was just waiting, shovel in his hand
Jack just skulked away, he didn't make a stand
Tanky was my hero! he taught me all i knew
i was one of the boys that Jack hung up, one of but a few
one day they'll turn their backs on you! that is when to strike
alls fair in love and war, now Jack has seen the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent story Bob, well written. Thank you regards Ann