The Graveyard Shift Poem by Phil Soar
The Graveyard Shift
I started on the graveyard shift
Around about ten thirty
By the time I'd dug a gaping hole
My hands and feet were dirty
Sunday, December 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,silly
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5/11/2024 2:17:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A new slant on the graveyard shift - - - actually digging graves! Quite funny. I used to actually work the graveyard shift as a night watchman at a gypsum plant.