by Ed Matlack
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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The title says it all...but read it anyway...
Happy am I to have a job,
Though maybe I better a bank to rob,
The more money I make,
The less home I take,
Sometimes I feel like just driving my car into a lake…
Still, money is money,
It helps a bit to make me a bit funny,
As long as I can work days that are sunny,
And eat my eggs each morning quite runny…
No MORE rain,
Our world is a lake,
So please God, for my sake,
Keep sending sun,
So while work may not be fun,
I won’t get wet, while around town I have to run…J
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Stole my picture, and that's no joke. Coming after you, and hope you croak! Not to mention the time you stole from work, so I won't. Cute. ;-)
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|A fun poem to smile as I read ~Ed~
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|A certain smile came across my
face! *Ed* reading your poem!!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Ma and I just can't picture you running anywhere Bro, especially in the rain. She wants to know if you really mean pleasantly riding around in a comfy car, with the heater blasting away, while you're chomping down a Big Mac with Fries??!!|
|Reviewed by larry linville
|Even in my retirement I still have to work. The good part of retirement is I can choose more what I will do.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Well said, Ed.|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Not funny how uncle Sam manages to get an ever increasing share of your loot. At least you don't have snowdrifts yet. p|