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Retired!
Grass to mow! It’s too hot!
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely knows
Just how much I hate being retired!
I don’t know what I thought
When I promised to clean up the lawn
Out of gas! Gotta’ go!
Drag my ass, take some dough
Fill this can, so that I can keep on
I am done! Summer’s heat
from the sun has me beat!
Putrid stench from some dead little rat
In the bed by the walk
under dead flower stalks
What’s the use of my owning a cat?
Thowing up, choke and retch,
"Pick it up!" She’ll kvetch
My old hag doesn’t care that I’m tired
So she’ll bitch and she’ll moan
That old witch surely knows
Just how much I hate being retired!
Published 18th Aug 2018
| Edited 8th Feb 2021
Author's Note
This is an experiment in Internal Rhyme.
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18th Aug 2018 6:04pm
18th Aug 2018 11:39pm
The experiment paid off. Great job Reggie! My work years have disappeared too....
