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From The Workshop Collection: Canary And Her Gold Mind
I am still
Sitting here like an expendable bill
With no Jill
Wanting to climb the hill
Where I will
Be able to fill
My bucket from the mill
Spiked barley for me
I must decree
It beats that cup of tea
Down at the diner
Counter occupied by gullible miners
Searching for fool’s gold
Turning old
Not even going to fold
Instead, they debate and discuss
Getting into such a fuss
Until the company bus
Picks them up promptly at nine
To venture off towards the darken mine
Seeing sparkles ever bright
They chip away using all their might
Break free lovely riches
Stuffing pockets using deep pocketed britches
When
The sun starts to descend
Around ten
They all go in the same direction
Released determined by their section
Leaving only one
Who cleaned everything up when done
Needing fun
Entourage came across a bar
Where the single singer was the star
Those fantasy diggers
Loved the swanky figure
Belting out tunes
Enthusiasm started blowing up a balloon
She monitors her tip jar
Healing many emotional scars
Counting patron’s gratuity money
Not realizing the guys thought it would be funny
Change her into a running bunny
Who greyhounds summoned to chase
Determining a winner, when they finished the race
“What I want is expensive jewels filled with karats
From you bloody ferrets
Do you get that?
Feed on cheese, you filthy rats”
This did not go down very well
Being told basically go to Shell
Get some gas and snacks
Think about applying social tact
Next morning, scene the diner
These dirty miners
Showered with a new attitude
Due
To losing the feud
Addressed the canary who was alone
In a booth using a cell phone
Apologized like sweet gentlemen
Made a mend
Before offering her something to do
When her conversation was through
“Would you do us a favor?
All you must do is sign this waiver
And travel down the railed track
Search out any problems to attack
You will be riding in a cart
Doing your kind part
Challenging that healthy heart
Upon your return
We have sacks of money you can burn”
Accepting the adventure request
Feeling like an honored guest
She assisted in testing the mess
Sad thing happened
While the hard workers did some tapping
Their boomerang never came home
They say the canary disappeared finding a special rhinestone
Legend now exists
About Jill’s whereabout, since she was never kissed
Presently I drink my beer
With not any fear
Knowing my Jill will be here
Wearing a die men
Playing Barbie dreaming of Ken
Moral is if you strike it rich
Ponder one thing before you get hitched
Love is not in the money
It's a shot of whiskey, graced with honey
Here enjoy, a swig
Remembering my songbird twig
And the experiment we performed on those corrupt guinea pigs
Who finally reported a problem
Encouraging my Jill and I to hug, sending the message, ‘we got them’
Copyright ©
Marc O'Brien
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