A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To the Job Interview
I hurried to a nearby town
to give an interview.
I knew this perfect job would help
me start my life anew.
I took the elevator and
pushed button number eight.
The car lurched; then it wouldn’t budge.
I cried, “Oh, I’ll be late!”
One shrieking nut, two clueless girls
who texted or played rap,
one man with body odor, and
two grouches shared the trap.
I wished I had air freshener,
handcuffs, nerve pills, earplugs,
and a repairman. Soon he came.
Relieved, I gave him hugs!
*************
To get to my new job, I take
the stairs; this choice seems wise,
because they never fail. Also,
I need the exercise.
Date Posted: August 13, 2017
June 25, 2018, entered in Robert Haigh's contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017
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