Job Change

You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy, To start a new vocation would be breezy. I got me local newspaper, looking for a job as a sparky, (electrician) But I said “what the F-ck, these ads were written by a sarky.” The first job was an “Almond Knocker,” Now this sounds as sleazy as sniffing used jockstraps in a locker. Who wants to look for an almond the shape of a woman’s top half of her anatomy, But, looking at women’s breast to find one that looks like an almond, appeals to me. The second job was a “Blind Hooker,” Now what can I say, that’s a woman’s job and boy she’ll have to be a looker. She would be the cheapest thrill you’d ever have You can imagine the police chasing her as she is lead by her all eye seeing sat nav. Nope not for me… Uuhh! Here’s one for me, “Bosom Presser” Squeeeezing them breasts from the largest to the lesser. I gave them a call straight away Only to find out the job was not really that way Dam! The next one was, what the f-ck? a “Dike Stoneman” Well I don’t think any man can This must be a woman bouncer for a happy club ( I hope this is more politically correct than saying “Gay”) The one you greet say “Hey Bud” Well later I googled the titles and yes you right, I was wrong, I suppose me old job will be lifelong Overworked, under paid Oversexed under laid Here are a few more jobs I came across, an “Egg Smeller, Chicken Sexer, Pillow Girl :-) , Butt maker, , Fire Drier (never heard of wet fire) and for all you animal lovers out there, Frog Shaker, Monkey Tail Puller and those who don’t change their underwear, a Skid Marker