Complaints Transpired
He complained, complained, complained
All he ever did was complain
Then suddenly he got fired
What next then transpired
Was he wished, he could complain again
(Limerick...Sort of...We have all heard that person who complains about their job instead
of being grateful that they have a paying job that puts food on the table...So the thought
came to me about this one.)
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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