The Wise Guy - Poem by Esther Leclerc
So, I'm talking to my son - -
not 'at', mind you, with - -
saying, 'Boy, if you hate your job
go ahead and quit.'
Just be sure to do them right
(this being his first job) ...
give them plenty of notice,
don't leave with a 'Bye, Bob! '
First gather applications
for a new position.
Don't plan to play Game Cube for
a month-long 'transition.'
He replied, 'Yeah, Mom, uh huh - -
mumble mumble - - *burp*.'
Said I: 'You're not making SENSE! '
He: 'Okay, but - - *slurp* - -
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I'M MAKING DOLLARS! ! ! '
(3.26.06 - - To the Ever-Clever Elisha!)
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