B.The big Man

He enters the canteen,
"morning peps"
That's the first words that he speaks.
Off with pack,coat,and cap,
sits in green chair with hard back.
Black marker pen from line two,
making off to video to view.
Somtimes pasta,somtimes rice,his meat,and veg sliced and diced.
Fruit and shackes thats what he eats,healthy living is what he
sneaks.
straight from work hits the gym,
sacred rachel you miss you sin.
Lives at home with dad and mum,
out on fridays (giving it some).
He's trim and well toned,not much fat on his bones.
At times i think the gyms his life,
no time for girls,or further wife.
Off on hoilday for the crack,
lots on tales when he gets back.
One from london one from kent,
what wild nights he has spent.
Reels of numbers,and of names,
sadly to him there all the same.
He moves on to the nexst one,life for him just big fun.
One big party,one big laugh,there are so mean that tread his
path.
Yes he's got mussels and well toned,but the bigman is all alone