May I Apply for this Job?
On the morning of the seventh day of May
I applied for a job as a madam
What provoked me to apply I cannot say
Nor can I, really, ever truly fathom
How the courtesans will manage with my stay
On the evening of the second day of June
I applied for a job as a judge
But the scurvy politicians did impugn
My skills as better suited to a drudge
Which would not entail a monetary boon
On an afternoon, one Tuesday in July
I applied for a job as a crank
For my skills at this were practiced. Do I lie?
But sadly not a soul there is to thank
Which suits my misanthropy; I still am wry
Contributors: | N, Francine, pasquale. |
Poem finished: | 5th August 2003. |