Poetry Thursday

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