My Unusual Job Poem by Paul Warren

My Unusual Job



I have an unusual job
All I have to do is lob
On their doorstep once a week
And then I go to bed for a sleep

Every two hours I am woken up
I take their tablets in their scheduled sup
For I now make my living
Testing drugs in their measured vision.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Friday, August 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: job
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Paul Warren

Paul Warren

ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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