Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Now There's A Job

Poetry Of Sorts
~ Now There's A Job ~
 LISTEN  TO  THE  POEM (SOON)

Now There's A Job

Christmas rubber stamps another year
The leaves have all been roused and rounded up
With those funky new-fangled leaf blowers
Now there's a job

The relatives will come, they always do
Like ants to sugar, we will live it up
Whatever 'it' is, then we'll tidy up
Now there's a job

In time to see the old year truly out
Like a drunken uncle on his ear
The resolutions rain like fireworks
Now there's a job

The spring will out and summer come again
The leaves will rust and readen on the bough
Civil servants will start to wrap things up
Now there's a job


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