Max Kuvaev

At My Job

'you know, i'm so tired of french' she said
'i'd like to learn english instead'
i sighed 'oh but it can't be done'
but thought that it might well be fun

she said 'you seem to like me, don't you do'
i thought 'oh yes this sounds like true'
i said 'you're lovely girl indeed
but now please go, i have to read'

she walked halfway to classroom door
i couldn't stand it anymore
and then she turned to me and said
'the less you want, the more you get'

she said it so sure of fact
i didn't know how to react
and then she said another thing
'one never knows how to begin'

i sat dumb clutching at my book
so much confusion in my look
she tossed her massive hair back
and laughed 'you cannot understand'
i asked 'don't torture me, just let me be'
and she smiled 'but you love me'

Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 31, 2009
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 31, 2009

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Comments about At My Job by Max Kuvaev

  • John Weber (2/9/2009 6:50:00 PM)

    Love the playfulness of this one, Max! I reads like a true flirtacious conversation: a difficult task indeed! Great work, man! Warm regards, John.

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  • Chuck Petz (2/6/2009 4:16:00 AM)

    This one smacks of a story only hinted at but never told.Enthralling!

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (2/4/2009 10:41:00 AM)

    This is hilarious. I love this. The rhymes are good ones and I liked the presentation of the poem. A pure joy to read. Highly recommended.
    A lot of fun.

    GW62

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