STRANGE JOBSAn Irish chap that I once knew,
Said to me out of the blue.
When he was down on the farm:
The two main jobs that he had to do,
Although this sounded strange to me.
If he didn't do it, They wouldn't get
the government subsidies.
For rotting vegetables and fruit,
Was to tread on the excess tomatoes;
He thought it was a good life that he chose.
His second job was removing the eyes
From the potatoes,
He thought it was no mean feat.
I had to ask, "was that because
You didn't like your food,
Looking at you while you eat?".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-11-09 at 01:36
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