You can always give me some
corrections and comments
and criticism. My three C's
if you please while I skinned
my knees.
When I sent God my Letter,
He gave me a great sweater;
Did become better and better;
Until we had stormy weather.
While at church should stay and pray;
So do have a delightful happy day;
We never will suffer from dismay;
My faith in God surely do display.
When God will bare all of my sin,
Will pray to God and say Amen;
Make many friends do intend;
More prayers to God shall send.
When I will have been baptized,
My faith in mighty God realized;
Did met what he planned for me;
From all of my sin was set free.
When priest In pulpit, pulled a prank;
We only will have our God to thank;
Into all of his sins my teeth had sank;
Surely was a mean, stubborn crank.
When we would have a book review,
From back of whale water did spew;
Preposterous priest author actually knew;
Always approved of His (her) point of view.
When enough is enough this is enough;
Priest scaled my sins which were tough;
When I wore sloppy sins off the cuff,
God with me became mighty gruff.
Categories:
corrections, adventure, analogy,
Form: Ballad
Small insights
You feel flat,
Your head is mashed,
Squashed, your thoughts
Are by shadows hand
Clearly invisible, you love
Not me, I am to clear-
Ly wrong for love
Categories:
corrections, love,
Form: Bio
EVERY NIGHT BEHIND THE WALL,
WE TAKE OUR POSTS ONE AND ALL.
WE CHECK EQUIPMENT & COUNT THE MEDS,
WATCH THE INMATES IN THEIR BEDS.
WE MAKE OUR ROUNDS TO CHECK AND SEE,
IF WE CAN FIND DISCREPANCY.
WE COUNT THE INMATES WHILE MAKING A ROUND.
LISTENING FOR ANY STRANGE SOUND.
WHEN IT IS TIME, WE CALL IN THE COUNT.
THAT IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.
EVERY HOUR IS AN INFORMAL COUNT.
EVERY HALF HOUR A SECURITY CHECK.
WE DO THIS ALL NIGHT UNTIL 3:20.
WAKE UP 1ST FOOD SERVICE IF WE HAVE ANY.
AT 4 AM WE SEND THEM OUT.
AT 4:15 AN INFORMAL COUNT.
4:20 AM WE WAKE UP INMATES FOR MEDS.
AT 5:00 AM WE COUNT THE INMATES IN THER BEDS.
AT 5:15 WE WAKE THE REST
1ST DORM TO CHOW, CLEANED THEIR DORM BEST.
AT 6:45, THE FEEDING DONE
WE’RE WATCHING FOR THE RISING SUN.
WE ROUND THEM UP AND COUNT AGAIN,
WE KNOW OUR SHIFT IS ABOUT TO END.
WHEN THE COUNT CLEARS IT’S TIME TO SAY, “GOOD BYE.”
WE’RE THE MINIGHT SHIFT AT WAKULLA C. I.
Categories:
corrections, worknight, night,
Form: Rhyme
EVERY NIGHT WE COME INSIDE THE FENCE.
THEY SEARCH OUR BAGS ON THE WAY IN.
WE DO THE JOB THAT MANY FEAR,
BUT EVERYNIGHT WE’RE ALWAYS HERE.
WE WATCH THE INMATES AND THE CONS,
WE WATCH THEM FROM MIDNITE TIL DAWN.
WE LOVE TO SEE THE RISING SUN,
IT TELLS US OUR SHIFT IS ALMOST DONE.
SOME THE NIGHTS ROLL RIGHT ALONG,
SOMETIMES THEY EVEN GO WRONG.
WE LOVE IT WHEN ALL GOES RIGHT.
IT MAKES FOR A PEACEFUL NIGHT.
THE OLDER OFFICERS SAY IT’S A GOOD JOB.
THE YOUNGER ONES SAY ITS TOO ROUGH,
THEY HAVE A HARD TIME BEING TOUGH.
WE HAVE A JOB NOT EVERYONE CAN DO.
THIS IS WHAT WE DO, ME AND YOU.
WE ARE THE OFFICERS YOU CAN SEE,
ON THE MIDNITE SHIFT AT D.O.C.
Categories:
corrections, worklove,
Form: Rhyme