Job!---What-job!?...Who!?...me!?

 

 

Sure!?---I had a-job one-time…No!...I didn’t like-it!

 

Sure-enough! I reckon-so!---I’m a “bum”!...Good-at-it! Too!

Had a-lot of practice!---Hmm!?...Yeah! Still-do!

 

In my 40^th-year, our grandson Mr. Z. Tyler came along to-play!

So!---I quit my day-job…to-celebrate! We had some-times!

 

One morning about 10:30 I happened to be out front of the house

doing a bit of pruning in the raised-bed copse of tree-greenery. Okay!

 

Now, I’m minding my own-business when the neighbor-lady and two

of her “equine”-sisters come a-riding by. Okay!---again!...Then!?

 

With a derisive-snarl and a twisted evil look-of-disgust on her-face,

she-says, “Don’t you ever-work!?” I-was! She-wasn’t! Hmm!?

 

As her fellow-gals snickered beneath their breath at her boldness,

I took another “clip” or two worrying at my self-imposed “chore”

and blandly-replied, “I had a job one-time”---(pause)…I didn’t like-it!”

 

The-trio rode-on! Two-of-them laughing---at her…not at-me! Amen!