"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com

"The Jingle Bell Bum" (Read The Touching True Story...please!) Comment at patriciahanrion.com
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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Wow, am I creative!

So Here is another gem written for my husband's work crew at the end of a construction job for a blood fractionation plant at Baxter Pharmaceutical...Who ever said construction guys are too rough to love a good poem.

If you love words that rhyme then this is for you!    

                                            This is it…for the Baxter Job!

This is it, were on our way;   Adios is all there is to say…

So into the sunset the TC gang will ride;   Most are pooped and a bit cross-eyed

The last to leave the sinking ship;  Are those that usually forget to zip

Like Hugo the guy who is quiet and shy;  Who loves to primp and beautify

He's the solver of problems and other stuff;   Some think he's a wimp, but we know he's tough

And Paul who is our trailer trash;   A leader of ours who likes countin' the cash

He's the meeting director, and agenda keeper;  He's also the job slob and late over-sleeper

Randine gets the calls and keeps all things neat ;  She's know for her smile and her big stinky feet

From the guys she collects the drug test pee;  And dances to salsa with much mirth and glee

This is it pals were gone and outa' here now;  And all we can say is Adios and Aloha and Ciao!

But before you let the door hit your butt;   Check your shorts and pull in your gut

No more with the pipes and engineering the mess;   We can be proud that we left this job a success

And the guy who is punchy and deals with the list;   His girlfriend thinks he ain't never been kissed

It's Nick, the Bark man, be-friender of all;    He's hyper and jumpy and bathes in pure alcohol

And Nino talks funny like Father Sarduci;    His tummy from beer is getting soft and poochie

He's the love of the ladies with dark sexy eyes;    Be careful he'll tell you tall stories and lies

The best for the last and the last is the best;    For Smitty's the guy who has passed the true test

Don't judge the job by the look of his desk;   We all know it's chaos, an organized mess

We know he is glad to be off the long road;   Where he drank caffeine and squished many a toad

And he eats his prunes and all his bran;    He and Pat then fight for the pot and the fan

And when at his desk he uses his tummy;   To hold his donuts sweet and yummy

When he loses a bet a push-up to do;   Watch out for the "white spider" will turn it on you

Yes he's glad to leave the Baxter plant;     For he really is a Beaumont transplant

So farewell to the gang for a job well done;   It's been a great challenge and lots of grand fun

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