Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.
Timmy thought he had the best summer job
That would separate him from the stuck in stores mob
He would be a boat valet
He would be outside, and get good pay
It went along swimmingly
Almost numbingly
Unit the Fourth of July
The day Timmy thought he would die
There would be a huge firework display on shore
And the audience was six and 20 score
They all arrived at once
And quickly became frustrated with Tim the dunce
He told his boss there was no room to park
But the boss was an oligarch
And told him to find a way
If he wanted his summer pay
The boats were barely seaworthy
And Timmy saw before thee
Unmorred boats bobbing on the tide
Many heading to sea, on a solo ride
Timmy did the best he could
But some of these boats were outhouses mounted on wood
For him it was a losing battle
As holes began to open on the hulls.
The night became a maritime disaster in a flash
As the island was overrun with stranded white trash
While insurance paid for the boats that were sunkin’
Timmy spent the rest of the summer working at Dunkin
Bad luck Timmy!
ReplyDeleteYour comment on my poem was hilarious!!
ReplyDeleteI found summer jobs as a teen were often overrated.
Hugs Cecilia
Hi friend, Ojo here! I do not like boats. I like them even less now. Bark bark bark bark!
ReplyDeleteTimmy learned a valuable lesson; bosses rarely know what their employees must do!
ReplyDeletewow Timmy that was no good timmy-ing LOL but hey at least it was an event what was not boring
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun tale you wove from that picture.
ReplyDeleteHaha, that is one nutty poem!
ReplyDelete"Outhouses mounted on wood," BOL, BOL! You do have a way with words, Ruby Rose. We'd rather work at Dunkin anyhow. Free donuts...mmmmmm.
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