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It's a risky thing, giving out a topic on this board right before you go overseas for a week, but I trust all will go well. I want couplets on your day job (real or imaginary). I expect to be delighted when I return!
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A river of books, of ev'ry ilk & age Runs through this store. My job it is to gauge Whether to take & what to put on each. The flow is huge. I wonder if i'll reach The point where seeing more books can make me sad. This is the best job i've ever had. |
I ain't got no day job, nope.
Use my rezmay to clean my dope. |
<u>In Local Parentis</u>
Teacher! Teacher! I go now to home? Please, not now, 'Adel - put down the phone. Teacher! Teacher! I English speak good? "Do I, Ahmed", (thinks) If only you could! Teacher! Teacher! She say bad for me - "Told me", Fairouz...and for "him" - it is "he". Teacher! Teacher! He write not nice things! Yes, Mohammed...oh god give me wings! Teacher! Teacher! He take from me book! Okay Sho'aib...but remember, it's "took". Teacher! Teacher! Why you are make cry? As, Taha, I'm here - and it's costly to fly. [This message has been edited by Nigel Holt (edited June 19, 2001).] |
Nigel, I love this! I suspect you can find a publisher for it if you want to. In the sixth line you might change "it's" to "it is" for rhythm, and I wonder if you could get rid of some of those quotation marks by using italics for the children's lines.
Enjoyed! Carol |
Forgive the break in form. ;)
Pufferfish nucleotides, doo-dah, doo-dah Piscine retroviruses, lobster DNA. Mutagenic plasmids in barra...cuda. Lipopolysaccharides, all the doo-dah day. Tony [This message has been edited by Tony (edited May 27, 2003).] |
I know that I'm not metrically apt yet...still I had to try this.
With my dilated eyes, I for a moment looked Away from the bewitching screen, clad in steel blue; From my skullduggery: turning chalazions, Transferring corneal wounds and abrasions, An extended ophthalmodynamometry All into skillful tactics of arithmetic And into dollar bills. Profiting an MD Is more complex and arduous than it used to be. I looked away to mess around with poetry And pay by working late in ophthalmology. |
My job's a series of routines,
translating words and counting beans. Sometimes I'd like to stay at home and play online or write a pome, but I have promises to keep, and mouths to feed before I sleep. Carol |
Two verses - two meters. You see why I need this place:
I am software master tick-tock fiddling with a database lock. I was born a math'matician; Gave it all in competition. I write new code just like a nerd; You see my rates are quite absurd. My days are projects 'till the end; nights I drink vodka with a friend. ------------------ -- Svein Olav http://nonserviam.com/solan/ |
Late,sorry, but my real job...
Buying and selling,swapping and dealing, Banking and losing, spreading and stealing. The derivitive process of debts I arrange, In a prescient madness of foreign exchange. |
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