Marshall’s Last Day at McDonald’s
By Elton Camp
It was Marshall’s very last day at work
And so the manager was being a jerk
“At your new job you won’t succeed.
They’ll learn you aren’t what they need.”
Marshall was tired of work & poor pay
But decided it was best nothing to say
“Your last task is to update the marquee.
When that’s done of this job you’re free.”
When the manager got to work next day,
He was shocked at what the sign did say
As told, Marshall had changed it all right
What he put gave him the greatest delight
The words for the public to see were these:
“Try the new McNasty with cheese”
The Couch Potato
By Elton Camp
When Tony gets home from work each day,
He always has the very same thing to say
“Honey, I am sleepy and as tired as I can be.
When you get supper ready, please call me.”
He forgets his wife worked seven to three
And that she is as much exhausted as he
He holds to his father’s old saying as true
“The housework only a woman should do.”
Tony’s mother labored hard, never for pay
Back then things could often work that way
Two incomes now are required to make a go
Tony chooses to ignore that reality though
What was fine years ago for his Mom and Dad
Only serves to make his wife extremely mad
After supper, he will lay on the couch more
She does the dishes as she always has before
“Honey, please don’t rattle the plates so much.
Cause I’m watching reruns of Starsky and Hutch.
And you will be quiet, I certainly have no doubt,
Whenever you get ready to take the garbage out.”
My wife just keeps nagging
"You've got work to do"
I say, honey, can't it wait
Til my poem is through?
She says, "You're writing again?,
That's all you get done"
I don't think she realizes
That poetry is fun
"Words, words, words
That's all you ever think"
"You even wrote one.
Telling people I stink"
"There's work around here
That you've somehow missed"
"But I'll make you out
Another, Honey do list"
I think I'm an artist
But she just don't know it
So I'll tell her once more
That, I am a poet
(For the Tag Game, I am a Poet, passed to me by John Loving iii, I pass it to Ralph Taylor)
How many times have you seen someone
Holding up one of those signs
"Out of work, will work for food"
I just can't count the times
Sometimes, they're legitimate
And you can really feel their need
Then there's those who play our emotion
Whose purpose is based on greed
I don't mind helping someone
Who's a little down on luck
It makes me feel good inside
To share a couple of bucks
You never know what good you do
When you're giving with your heart
To help someone back on their feet
Could mean a brand new start
Now, that I have your attention
There's something I need to ask
Don't worry, it's nothing major
It's really a simple task
I'm somewhat of a starving poet
With no major writing events
No, I'm not asking for money
"I'll work for your comments"
I hope you don't take me seriously
You know, I'm only kidding
But to end this poem just like this
I thought was only fitting
Important work matters get screwed
By thoughts at the office too lewd
So it seems normal
To have work less formal
Make casual Friday all nude
I go to work at 8:00am, at work i take a quick break, people smiling and frowning, acting
like they're real but they're really fake. So at a quarter to 8:00pmi leave work, i hop in
my car and head home. I go to room pull out a blue skirt with a blue shirt. I headed to
another room, stopped by the bathroom, grab my perfume, went to my room and pull out some
flip flops. So grab my necklace and walked down stairs, grab my purse with my keys, went
out the door. Hooped back in my car, got my nails down and got my toes done. Headed to the
mall, stopped at a few stores for a little bit, headed home and that's about it.
She bought a computer
Hooked it up by herself
Thought that she'd find a suitor
Fit for a tudor
She'd heard friends talking
How they entered the game
She felt she knew now
She could do the same
She filled out the description
How she was tall and slim
Job experience on a whim
Lingerie model should please them
Long flowing blonde hair
Pouty lips to boot
Sure this description was a hoot
What else could she say about such a beauty as she
When looking in the room
A different scene we see
Old dumpy woman
Down on her knees
Scrubbing the floors
Baseboards too
Ruffened hands from labor
Would this work at all
Only being truthful
Will get you a date
Even if your life is getting on late
Tell all the qualities that are inside
That is the way to be a bride
(This is not an original idea but comes from an old TV commerical of years ago when
computers first became available for the general public. I need to work on this.)