Poem about The Lack of Ambition To Get A Job

NOT THE JOB FOR ME

It’s not that I don’t want to work,

But don’t like to slave for a jerk.

The tasks are dreary

And make me weary.

So from all things not fun I’ll shirk.

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Mental work is the chore I choose.

At a desk, scratch my head and muse.

Never broke a sweat

At exertion yet.

Exceptions to this won’t peruse.

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Dirty jobs are not tasks for me.

Must be something better you see.

As long as can live

Off what other’s give,

I’ll sit back, relax, watch TV.

June Nash

I don’t know what prompted me to write this poem.  Maybe it is because I occasionally run across people who seem to have this attitude.

Is this a commonplace attitude in our society?

Poem: Birthday Wish

Birthday Wish

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My special friend is sixty three.

A year, times three, older than me.

In years he is old,

But like youth lives bold,

As a child, through life, he runs free.

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This man he is not an old fart,

Though oft, early mornings, can’t start.

Give him cup of joe,

Then off he will go,

To adventures, following heart.

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My special friend is sixty three.

In spirit much younger than me.

Works hard to keep fit,

Both body and wit.

Happy Birthday mon cher ami!

June Nash

Poem About my granddaughter

Kindergarten Basketball

There once was a girl who could run.

At basket ball, running, has fun.

Score, she has not yet.

Ball can’t reach the net.

Hands held high, defense plied, we won!

.                                    – June Nash

I felt compelled to write a quasi limerick about my granddaughter.  She is learning to play basketball.  I went to her game a few days ago.

Poem about my grandson

Crawling Baby

There once was a boy on blue carpet

Crawling, not toddling, not ready yet

Constantly he’ll talk

But still does not walk.

Catching him at this pace, is no sweat.

.                                    – June Nash

 

Another quasi Limerick.  This time my grandson is my inspiration.

Poem on Cleaning up Clutter

Clutter

Clean up! That’s clutter! Throw in trash!

All night, cannot sleep, toss and thrash.

My treasure of things,

Old trinkets and rings.

Importance to me, more than cash!
–                       – June Nash

I have been so busy lately, my house is a mess!

 The clutter is no longer making room for me.

Have you ever been told by others that you need to just throw things out?

 That your treasures are trash?

My quasi limerick.