Friday, January 26, 2007

The perfect job

I can drive a Mac truck
Or a yellow school bus
And yell at the children
Who are making a fuss

I can work in a store
Or a fancy boutique
When you try on clothes
I won’t take a peak

At the local bank
I can cash your check
Or tow your car
If you have wreck

I can mow your lawn
And trim your trees
Or plow your fields
In the summer breeze

In the FBI
I can carry guns
And shoot the bad guy
Before he runs

I can join the Army
Or the Navy
I can make mashed potatoes
All covered with gravy

I can test the mattress
On your bed
That’s where I’ll lay
My sleepy head

By, Randee Saber 1/25/07