Short Plods Poems

He Plods, He Plugs

He sweats, he grunts
  he plods, he plugs
There is't a ditch
  he hasn't dug

Works like a dog
  and eats like a horse
Though most of his meals
  are only one course

Had to quit school
  when his parents died
Got married young
  to his 'baby bride'

One kid after another
  took away his youth
Then his health took a hit
  Too much gin sans vermouth

Now at age 60
  He's old and worn-out
Nary a field seeded
  for memory to sprout