Thursday, January 28, 2016

The circus is in town

The circus is in town
No tigers did they bring
No trapeze artists came
Clowns are the only thing

With many circus clowns
Though not in clown attire
And sometimes when they speak
They’re preaching to the choir

The clown who’s in the lead
Will say what’s on his mind
And most of what he says
Is insulting and unkind

The clown that’s close behind
Dislikes the clown on top
Saying he has New York values
When will the fighting stop

The clown who’s in the lead
Says he can take a gun
And shoot and kill a person
And still be number one

But those two circus clowns
On the opposing side
They too are ruthless clowns
And every clown collides

By, Randee Saber 1/28/2016

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Closing down the Wal-Mart

They’re closing down the Walmart
I think it’s rather sad
They’re closing down the Walmart
They say the economy’s bad

They’re closing down the Walmart
There’s one just down the street
They’re closing down the Walmart
A store where people would greet

They’re closing down the Walmart
They said they have too many
They’re closing down the Walmart
So profits can be plenty

By, Randee Saber  1/19/2016

Saturday, January 16, 2016


You decided to teach
Your children at home
Although you live
Near the school zone

A leisurely breakfast
No rush to get dressed
There’s no competition
When taking a test

No desk to sit at
They’re not at school
Their seat’s at a table
Your seat’s on a stool

No friends to talk to
While on a lunch break
But you’ll go to the park
Feeding ducks in the lake

And so much time
This homeschooling takes
Are the children given
Study hall breaks

You must be lonesome
So your children must stay
At home with you
Since they have no say

By, Randee Saber 1/16/2016

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Put out to pasture

Who will hire me
When I am fifty-three
A younger gal he’ll want
With breasts that he can see

Experience I have
But really does that matter
The younger girl is slim
And I have gotten fatter

I’ll take most any job
A job that hardly pays
So picky I can’t be
Perhaps I’ll get a raise

Between my aching back
And standing on my feet
I’d rather have a job
Where I can take a seat

They’ll put me out to pasture
When I turn sixty-five
That only is of course
That I am still alive

By, Randee Saber  1/5/2016

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Who am I working for?

I have a boss at work
This place he doesn’t own
But he’s the one to scold me
When I’m texting on my phone

He always seems so nervous
He has reports to do
His boss is not the owner
So the owner then, is who

They say there’s lots of owners
Who each hold shares of stock
The little guys will work real hard
So the owners won’t go into hock

And those who start a business
Will get money for a loan
If they become successful
They’ll sell out then co-own

For years I've worked for people
None of whom I'll ever meet
Keeping their stock prices high
While standing for hours on my feet

By, Randee Saber 1/2/2016