Vocational. Poem by Tom Allport
Vocational.
When I left school
I wanted to be
A red Indian
But I didn't know HOW
I then trained
To be a train driver
But was dismissed
For always going off the rails
I then retrained
To become an airline Pilot
But my stomach
Couldn't take it
You see...too many ups and downs
I then left to work
In a funeral parlour
Being told that
The prospects where good
Only it turned out to be
A dead end job
So I moved on
Eventually becoming a spy
Sworn never to tell anyone
Which I've never done
That secret is safe with me
My lips are sealed.
Hilarious! Loved it! But- - - Uh, oh! I don't think the spy job will last either, after you just blurted it out over the world wide web! A 10 for this one, and saving it to my poems list! :)
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12/23/2025 2:07:25 PM # 1.0.0
i copied and pasted it to an email to myself in my Yahoo account, i did it in just under 2 minutes, but then at 2 min.1 second my Yahoo account faded out.........forever! Who knew? i enjoyed the humour/humor [humor is funny no matter how it is spelled; or not funny! ]. if this were broken into 'stanzas' i would more readily call it a poem. 'we' may be stretching 'poetic license' a bit to allow this on PH! ! ! but, heck, it IS funny & understandable! to MyPoemList. bri :)