Vacation
The drudger rests upon the grace vacation will come soon.
The fudger inks the books up fast so he can leave by noon.
The budger pushes forward to get you out the way.
The judger looks upon all three and signals for the quay.
Vacation time is now at hand have some lemonade.
Enjoy the lazy sunny days beneath the big tree's shade.
And think no more of work and toil of money and of strife.
And just be glad and grateful that we have this gift of life.
Copyright © Preston Hill | Year Posted 2012
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