Best Broad In The Beam Poems
Charlie, my garbage guy, has an odiferous job to say the very least,
Tossing garbage into the maw of his truck, that roaring, ravenous beast!
But Charlie has been on the job for years and doesn't seem to care.
He goes about his job each Tuesday morn with unassuming flair!
Charlie is about six foot eight, 300 pounds and a tad broad in the beam,
But he's in such great shape that he could play for any NFL football team.
He empties the garbage cans on to his truck with practiced expertise,
And 'tis obvious he follows his company's motto, 'WE AIM TO PLEASE!"
Here's to Charlie and all his peers who see to the disposal of our debris!
Somebody has to do it and they have my thanks but it ain't my cup o' tea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Broad in the beam
not much of a looker
this crusty rust-bucket
of nuts screws and bolts
is a crabby old hooker
as luck would have it
dolled up trolling for supper
at any port in a storm
she still gives good service
tho' down on her uppers
now showing her years
deep in the scuppers
yet still on the game
fishing by night for a living
not to sully or bruise her good name
tho' one might unduly call her
a 'Cruiser'
this goodly vessel is truly a trawler