Monday, 24 May 2010

SONNET XXII - THE GROUNDSKEEPER'S LAMENT

Hey, someone took that shopping cart away
from on the sidewalk where it stood all week!
It's little things like that that make my day,
cause otherwise my job is pretty bleak.
All I do all day is pick up litter.
With so much ground to clean it's quite a chore.
Though I try my best not to get bitter,
I clean it all and the next day there's more.
And soon I'll face the litter and the weeds,
and mowing lawns all day beneath the sun.
I'll slave away until the day receeds
just knowing that the work is never done.
   Oh, damn it all! It breaks my weary heart.
   Around the bend's another shopping cart.

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