The Boss Poem by John Shea

The Boss



Manage this poem
My boss wears the pants

Her idea of fun
Are many infants

Then she held me hostage and twisted my mind
I just went crazy and could not unwind

So I climbed up a stupid tree
And dropped that fig leaf off.

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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