My Daddy's Job
No ,I did not want holiday ,
I did not want to go to site
Where blocks or bricks I had to lay
Or pillar and beam I would cast
I did not want dad's dirty Job,
Where cement would mar school boy up;
Egal where you were in the globe ,
Sand to mix or water to mop .
The stench of rebuilding cesspool
Like the foul smell from rotten egg;
No I would not be such a fool,
To put leg where he put his leg .
Now I am older than he was;
He was lion,I am a mouse.
Contest: Job( 8 Syllables)
Sponsor:Sara
Date : Nov 14,2014.
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