When I said I’d give a kidney
So you could work until retired
I never figured that within a week
I’d hear the words “you’re fired”
My concentration may have been
Not quite up to snuff
But at least I tried to come to work
While you sat on your duff
It’s now plain for all to see
The surgery lacked a crucial part
Along with a donated kidney
Should have been a transplant heart
But it’s OK I’ll make it through
This tickles my funny bone
I heard it through the grapevine
Your kidney has a stone
Copyright © 2012 Patrick Granfors
Anna
poetry so well versed *Patrick*
Lady Vivian
My father never was boss. He was however, deprived during the depression. Maybe that's why he had a rather selfish streak. Come to find out, just before he died, that he had only one kidney. Maybe donated one back in those lean days during the Great Depression. ;-)
Ron
Mark
wonderfuly done again, tickled mu funny bone.
budd
Bless ya!