Everyone has their ups and downs
sometimes you win sometimes you lose
come to a crossroads there's no knowing
which is the best path to choose
funny how the way to work gets longer every day
while the road to you is shorter by a mile
it don't make me late it's not the job I hate
and thoughts of you always always make me smile
but about my boss there's really nothing nice to say
with his workers working hard at not working at all
my co-workers shirkers lurkers each and every one
but then I have you to look forward to
when the daily race is run
and the working day is done
everyone has their ins and outs
some days are good some days are bad
go out on a limb and there's no telling
it may be the best day you ever had
everyone wants a happy ending
and I look forward to our rendezvous
my heart knows which route to go
it only shows the road to you
surely, she was not the new boss
our heads swiveled almost in unison
this woman was way too polished for this place
chic in her sophisticated oversized green hat with pink polka dots
Who wore something like that in the sixties?
Her suit was a combination of stripes and dots.
Also a big no no in the sixties.
a BIG no No.
Oh, my gosh, was she smoking a CIGAR?
Cigars are for men.
I turned my head to look at my friend.
Her mouth was hanging open like mine.
Is that a diamond earring? I wondered.
And on only one ear!
Who is this fabulous creature?
I could not wait to find out!
Big news! Sponge Bob married Miss Piggy!
Got pregnant and named the kid Twiggy.
Piggy's sauce was the boss,
Twiggy sucked up the sauce,
But, it made Twiggy a bit jiggy!
Her thirst for Piggy's sauce wouldn't stop,
Sucked it down to the very last drop!
Then Twiggy kept yellin',
Her belly kept swellin',
Looked like a seed tick ready to Pop!
Poor Sponge Bob, had no clue what to do,
So, he bounced off the walls till he knew.
Had to drop to his knees,
To give Twiggy a squeeze,
Leaked sauce on herself, Bob, and Mom too!
One of the clowns in my circus
wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip
one of the sailors on board my boat
wants to be captain and steer the ship
but there's only room for one
under the big tophat my dear
so they're both out of luck
and the buck stops here
I have the last and final say
tho' not one to overwhelm
to maintain a steady course
there can only be one at the helm
Always following company policy
you set a good example and it showed
qualified at your level of incompetence
while rather than carry the can
you continued to kick it down the road
and I'll be the first to say I'm last in line
on the lower echelon boot-licking list
but please trust and do keep in mind
by me the cheeks of your behind
are not about to be bussed or kissed
I know at work I am junior-most man
on the promotion ladder totem pole
but on the whole you've surrounded yourself
with employees who are quite inferior
and tho' overall you may be the boss
no you are not my superior
Savaging what he has left
after the mafia takes his last
bowl of soup his last slice of
bread his last cup of coffee
the mob boss then gives the
bum a cigarette and a light
pats him on the shoulder
tells him to keep warm its
cold out here drives off
the mob boss then douubles
back around and ask the bum
for change for the parking
meter the bum reaches in
his pocket with worn finger tips
torn gloves and give the
mob boss his last dime
and says take it that's it
that's all I have the mob boss
scratches his head and says
are you sure this is your
last dime the bum replies
yes I'm sure take it you need
it way more than me now stunod
stumps I’m your new Boss Bum
now do you got any change
If you strain your ears
you could hear daycare man’s
blond-haired pig-tailed little
girl shattering her xylophone.
How straitlaced can a place
of rainbows and sugar highs
be, you remember asking
before you took the job.
You can’t take it, the
little girl always bothers
your lunchtime, hearing her
playacting rottenly.
Pink-eyed, you look
nothing like your parents,
you told her; she ripped
her hair out and cried.
The background soothes
the mind, he told you,
but it tasted like being
seasick and fuzzy.
Every channel in the TV
had that flower child boasting
bed sheets as skin; it had no
eyes, yet it was so po-faced.
It would always hitch at the
end, burning the VHS tape; the
girl would stare at the stained wall
for two minutes, hearing it crackle.
You turn on your present TV,
no more shifts, and you see
daycare man branded as a
blondes kidnapper.
Sure as stars shined she stumbled.
Falling.
A fierce lightning rod flickering
wild sparks.
Put the appetite front and center.
Boss map.
Hard hands callused to the bone,
dialed in.
There’s nothing lucky about it.
She fought.
Dear muse, my brain
Has gone so mushy,
Pray come take part,
Please do not refrain,
Want to write a poem
That’s gushy.
My paper white and blank,
My thoughts no spark,
My mind once was a thinking tank,
Now buried deep and dark.
Imagination crushed,
Letters prefer to hide and seek,
Words that flash by, dashed,
My muse the culprit, am I too meek?
My inclination to write gone,
I think I must curl up and die,
Can’t even write a song,
Must find a far far place to cry.
Word got out I was unhappy,
Another muse phones me,
Says she alone takes any credit,
No thank-you don’t you see,
Where would be my merit?
I heard a far faint voice,
I ‘ll never leave you, I’m no fake,
It was the only choice,
I’m part of you and you part of me,
I just needed a break.
So, let’s get to work,
I think you’ve done quite well,
Yesterday I overheard,
Someone say you’re swell.
Together we’re a team,
A thought just crossed my mind,
It’s sometimes good to let
Off steam,
First lets wine and dine,
And then a dreamy subject find.
I work for a cocky boss
With whom I can never converse
He always has to have the last word
Everything you say to him appears absurd
He speaks like a judge in a courtroom
Your every word dissected and doomed
He walks aright and with a swagger
In his pocket a hidden dagger
Waiting to dissect the unsuspecting specimen
With cynicism he awaits his next big luncheon
Press, press, press, press
Stress, stress, stress, stress
Mess, mess, mess, mess
Less, less, less less,
I’m done
I’m as good an ear as ears go
If you tell me what I don’t know,
His finger firm on chest,
Looking the least modest,
Boastful ever, said his ego.
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Limerick |14.08.2024| humour, business
Fine, there’s no ‘I’ in TEAM,
There’s ‘ME’-- he talked of him.
‘ME’ is present
In management.
He said, pride spilled from brim.
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The boss boasted, his ego spilling over the brim.
Limerick |13.08.2024| humour, business
pink faerie was assigned to the bug garden
there was a snake too, his name was Arden.
He was persnickety, picky and bossy too.
You certainly live up to your striped hue.
What do you mean? Arden asked in a snotty way.
He was irritated by the bugs and flies who wanted to play.
You are kind of bossy, but in a colorful way.
So saying, pink faerie felt satisfied, like she had had her say.
The bugs cheered when Arden got angry and slithered away.
He always made us nervous said a pink bug named Mrs. Fay.
I was terrified of his stripes said ladybug Merry Me May.
I thought he would eat me said a striped grasshopper, Gay.
He did flip spin
To her in Matchlift Cheerdance
Using his five fingers.
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