Work Life
I went to work at eight
I thought my shift would be great
All i heard was a shout
Then my manager came out
By the look on her face it seemed i was in trouble
Thats when i knew cause she burst like a bubble
She said make the room look like when you were first hired
And if you don't you will surely be fired.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
