I know, I know. This is called “Not-My-Poetry”, but I couldn’t resist. It is, after all, a) my site, and b) traditionally a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. So I thought I would add my yet-to-be-discovered talent to the mix. I do, however, maintain my disclaimer HERE.
Proceed at your own risk. (An encomium to some great folks where I work.)
To: Our most wonderful middle school custodians!
Have I told you lately how much I appreciate all you do?? (No, probably not, so here it is again–)
ROSES ARE RED
AND CALL ME A KOOK
BUT I’D RATHER DO BLOOD
THAN MOP UP THE PUKE
(wait a minute, that wasn’t very good, let me try again…)
ROSES ARE RED
AND PB IS BROWN
CLEANING MY FLOOR
COULD MAKE ANYONE FROWN
(wait, except for Donna, ‘cuz she’s always smiling. Once more…)
ROSES ARE RED
AND IVY IS GREEN
YOU ARE THE ONES
WHO KEEP MY ROOM CLEAN!
(So who cares what color roses are anyway! You guys are super to work with!! Thanks for all you do! Nurse Dawn, the “non-poet”)
Thanks for the giggle, Nurse Dawn! 🙂
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Your school nurse would understand….
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I understand too. I’m in there a lot when my kids get hurt. Gotta love school nurses and health aides! ❤
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Love it!! You always bring on a smile, Dawn. I guess their job is worse unless that puke landed on you first. Then, I’d not be so sure…
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Hahaha! They are surely not appreciate enough!
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