Best Workaholic Poems
Daddy’s a workaholic...
But what about the hospital stay... the loss of blood,
his ashen dignity
Slight prate about moving into a veteran’s home
Only in his young eighty’s
Workaholics don’t quit
Laboring healthward
So the tiller cranks for cultivating
and the garden is sown,
yet during it's interval of growth
he’s... vigorously active
delivering the ‘elderly’ to appointments
While taking pride in saplings
he's gathering and transporting the yield
And I, plop down on my patio swing
imbibing a cappuccino
Thinking “What a ‘workaholic’ my daddy is”!
i once had a friend named beal
whose keyboard at work would squeal
his fingers they'd pound
a clickety sound
till it was time for a meal.
Hard work can be balanced with rest
to do good, or better, or best.
My hubby is a workaholic,
he's addicted to his job
He loves to put in a lot of overtime,
tacked on to his normal 9 to 9
Working double shifts,
come holidays he never miss
He loves to stay late,
vacations he refuses to take
My man is a workaholic,
he never calls in sick
His boss don't have to put no carrot on a stick,
'cause he knows
my fella is gonna come to work quick, lickety split
Living with a workaholic
sometimes can be hard
I'm the one who has to mow the lawn,
and rake the yard
I'm the one who has to paint the house,
and walk the dog
But I suppose the worst thing of it all,
is that when he comes home,
he falls dead tired on the bed
Ain't no lovemaking gonna be done,
just the sound of snoring instead
I guess the best consolation prize is:
in this suburban castle, the crown sits on my head
The Workaholic
By Elton Camp
To Sam his job is his principal delight
He seldom sees his house except at night
And so long at his office Sam does stay
That his kids are usually tucked away
His wife doesn’t hurry in from her date
As she knows for certain he’ll be late
If his cellular phone rings at night or day
“The XYZ Company,” is what he’ll say
To develop other interest he doesn’t try
For he is thinking of demand & supply
The office cleaning lady made him realize
Her words to him came as a great surprise
“Minimum wage is the extent of my pay
But I’d rather that than to live your way.”
Workaholic had been his usual bag
Long suffering girlfriend had been her tag
Accountants reckoned him a millionaire
Travelling countless worldwide miles in the air
Now inspiration had deserted him
He was doubting when, where, how to begin
So far his typewriter had not been used
Glancing at it, he shrugged, slightly bemused
Then remembered finding Beth's gold earring
Knowing, without doubt, their love was no fling
His literary agent then rang his phone
Which elicited a negative tone
His airline ticket was cancelled forthwith
With hand on heart there was no more to give
He lifted an overflowing ashtray
Seeing Beth's lipstick stained stubs from the party
He emptied them into the rubbish bin
Then knew he would ask her to marry him
Tiny little hole in the wall
Their real business putting on plays
But wee mini art exhibit
Open to the public
During the day
How I loved to slip away
At lunch time
Just a five-minute walk
Entering their park was so peaceful
For the workaholic in me
A most self-pampering outing
A rare delectable treat
A church-like silence greeted me
Quiet yet ever so intense
And there they were
Art pieces clamoring for attention
Craving for any bit of admiration
Sometimes the works were amateurish and disappointing
But for the few times they were awe inspiring
It was magnificently grand
Either way always worth the outing
submitted on May 17, 2020 for contest STRAND NO.760 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
originally posted on May 16, 2018
WORKAHOLIC
Sometimes I feel a little unwell and don’t want to go to work,
Sometimes at home we are too busy and I don’t want to go to work,
Sometimes the weather is lovely and I don’t want to go to work,
Sometimes I am too tired and I don’t want to go to work;
But most days when I feel ok,
And the weather’s just ordinary,
And we are not too busy at home,
And I’m not too tired,
I just don’t want to go to work.
The strangest act by a loved patron:
Inviting police and his baton
Over missing drinks in a carton
Reported stolen by a matron.
Now, dragging down club Electron.
She shall change her name to Neutron
Or, still nice and as sweet proton;
She might be sued if it's "Citreon".
But this is lesson for Miriam,
Who would into a cellar ram:
Loved for being a workaholic
Disliked for being Alcoholic.