Greeter At a Museum

The Greeter at a Museum
I am prepared to perform my mindless task 
when they open the doors at ten am 
and when the visitors enter I recall 
my preamble and it goes like this 
Good morning, folks where are you from
sorry no cokes or food beyond this point 
well hello grandmother, I love your dress 
don’t you look hot I mean that in a flattering way 
unless your not hot that is 
Wow, I remember Kent,  MA 
I used to live at Loggins Way
did you know Marth and Faye, oh Marth is dead 
and Faye ran away with a younger man, 
 a poet you say it doesn’t surprise me
 she always had a yen for younger men
 enjoy the art and if you need anything my name is Barte 
with an e at the end it was my mothers maiden name you see
oh your name is Wolfe with an e at the end 
nice meeting you until then
Hi there, what a handsome child you have
he favors you Id like to add 
his creviced chin and ruddy cheeks 
add character to this winsome lad
Hi folks, you need a lift ,oh your’e from England
its an elevator here in the USA 
let me direct you to that spot bye the bye and all that rot 
Hi can I help you can I help you sir no I can’t
you’ve been here before  well oh well 
I bet you don’t know where the President fell
you were right behind him when he took that spill 
but you didn’t see me on that day 
I was  right behind the exhibit display
to keep an eye on creeps like you 
who don’t know the importance of my job 
so leave me now artistic snob
 
oh I love to greet and I love to meet
knowing where the his and her bathrooms are 
I can even tell you where to park your car 
I think I found my niche in life 
as to the who what where and why but
 if perchance you know this place when you see me walk on by
*Dedicated to all the art interns at museums

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Dietrich Avatar
February 23, 2018 at 6:55 PM
hahaha. this was really clever and so tongue in cheek, I really loved reading it!!
Sergi Avatar
August 23, 2017 at 10:25 AM
Hi Patricia: I wasn't the intern but I did work in the oldest museum in the US. I enjoyed watching the interns doing their preamble.
Cresswell Avatar
August 23, 2017 at 10:07 AM
How did you stand it? a wonderful and informative write.
Guzzi Avatar
August 2, 2017 at 7:32 PM
You know Ralph I have always thought I would just love that job but now I'm not sure? Light & Love Debbie
Sergi Avatar
August 2, 2017 at 8:35 PM
I was a retired artist working in Security in the oldest art museum in the USA. I used to love watching the interns go through the motions. Maybe some of them liked their job. Italian hugs...RALPH
Inman Avatar
July 13, 2017 at 12:46 PM
You made me smile Ralph. In my current job I do a lot of greeting and guest relations. Your write speaks to me.
Makama Avatar
June 30, 2017 at 8:59 AM
This is fantastic, so fantastic. Coming to this page feels predestined because I feel so satisfied. Thanks for the wonderful share.
Sergi Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 11:35 AM
Hi Funom: Thank you, Funom but unfortunately, it wasn't worst enough to win.
Turner Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 6:18 PM
I think working in a museum would be just too cool. Fun read, Ralph:) I read this yesterday and could have swore I left a comment. Oh well, back today:)
Sergi Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 8:00 AM
Thank you for your comment , Daniel but this in the worst poem contest, (ha ha)
Allison Avatar
June 16, 2017 at 7:57 PM
ha ha ha fabulous satire Ralph very amusing!!!:-) hugs jan xx
Sergi Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 5:46 PM
Hi Jan: I meant to say The Pennsylvania Museum of Fine Art is the oldest one in the USA.
Sergi Avatar
June 17, 2017 at 5:34 PM
Thank you, JAN: My retired work days in security at the oldest American Art Museum in Pennsylvania State
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