Pessimist #2 Poem by Lance Miller

Pessimist #2


We start the day early
To beat the heat
It's late July
a impossible feat.

Wearing shorts and cowboy boots
we head out to work
I'm tired just thinking about it
And Rodney is being a jerk.* (lol)

On my knees
Row by row
pulling weeds.

Sweat in my eyes
Sun high over head
Beating down
I think I'm almost dead.

Finish my row
I hope I am through
Look around
Ten more to do

'Daddy, daddy can we stop? '
I'm tired and thirsty
I'm about to drop.

'Boo-hoo-hoo
Poor you
Quit your complaining
We have work to do! '

Rodney, Scott and I
Are almost done
I look around for Doug
He has barley begun.

He has constructed a city
Under a bean plant
With Matchbox cars, GI joes
And three very large red ant's.

We are one big family now
It's still kind of new
Go help your brother
He's smaller than you.

Finally done for the day
Shoulders sagging
Hands are hurting
Butt is dragging.

It builds character and strength
Mom and Dad would say.
I think they are wise
So come about May
Jeanie and Maggie
Will be out in the sun
Sweating and complaining
Not having much fun

* I love my brother Rodney very much. But when we were kids he could be a PILL! !