Linda Winchell

Rookie - 9 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

' Hole My Father Dug' - Poem by Linda Winchell

Why is the hole that my father dug
worth more when it's being dug today?
It still is the same size from what I've seen
and the same amount of dirt they haul away!

Why does it cost more to dig one?
or possibly even two?
Why didn't my father make more money digging his?
then the amount they're now paying you?

Was greed that drove the cost of it
up, up and far out of sight.
But your pay received is really less
given to those union's you've hired to fight!

So dig you fool, dig away!
You're not really getting anywhere.
For life's balance and measured holes you dig
are really never going to get you anywhere!


Comments about ' Hole My Father Dug' by Linda Winchell

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lee Crowell (3/9/2009 10:40:00 PM)

    I gave you a ten for a few reasons, the main one being I am tired of poems about love and personal relationships. This is very refreshing. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie April Breeland (11/3/2008 2:48:00 PM)

    Different sort of topic...Great Job
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  • Rookie - 0 Points David Threadgold (10/16/2008 5:58:00 AM)

    Those holes get more expensive everyday. good topic. Regards Dave T 10... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, January 19, 2009


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