An Ode to a Job
Poetry Train Monday presents:
This job, it does sucketh.
I can take it, no moreth.
This job, it does sucketh.
I can take it, no moreth.
There once was a gal named Jane.
Who thought she could handle the insane.
Troubled, our lovely lady,
For it was just too shady.
So she cried, "It's time to go back to mundane."
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11 Comments:
BWWAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! you made me snort coffee up my nose!
I like the last line: "It's time to go back to mundane."
My first entry for Poetry Train Monday is up too.
LOL
I am going through a bit of a career crisis right now so this kinda makes sense to me.
LOL! Funny how attractive boring becomes when you've worked in a madhouse, eh?
Rhian, you are too funny :)
Christine, it was nice to visit your blog. How sweet that your grandfather encouraged you! Thanks, I like the word mundane :)
Hi Emily, career crisis does tend to change how we look at things, doesn't it?
Robin, oh yeah. I went for a wild and active crazy house... to a slow and silent nut house. I'm ready to find something stable, positive and endlessly boring :)
I can relate, after working in hospitals all these years, working in an office setting is totally mundane in contrast. But, sometimes, mundane is OK. Carol
Trevor would like to know why on Earth you'd want mundane when there's so much else in life that's interesting.
Me, I understand. Especially when the mundane paycheck lets you explore that interesting stuff.
"My job, it does sucketh."
LOVE it!!
heh.......i prefer the insane.......might explain my particular combo of vocations.......
Do you still insist that you're not a poet :) ??
you tell her Wylie! btw where is yours? running over to check...again.
This job, it does sucketh.
I can take it, no moreth.
LOL! How many of us can relate to that?
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