Rebecca Navarre

Paint - Poem by Rebecca Navarre

One day my apartment manager, ask me to paint
the parking lot lines. When done, to my horror,
to my surprise. They zigged, they zagged, they
curved, and the waved, to say. And my boss was
not happy with me that day: (But, an even bigger
surprise, as the next guy he hired to do it this
time.. Was even worse than mine! ! My boss looked
at me. I giggled and smiled. He laughed, though
yet still shocked and starring. He replied almost
uncaring, he really did miss by a mile. :)

Topic(s) of this poem: fun, moments, silly, work

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2018

Poem Edited: Monday, February 26, 2018

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