My First Job..

poem by: Frank Byrne
Written on May 09, 2017

"I'd only left school one week, before 'me mum' found me a job,
labouring in a Kirkby wood factory, earning myself a few bob.
Four pounds, ten shillings after tax it would be,
two pounds ten to 'me ma,' what was left, was for me!
I felt that I was loaded, with two pounds in my fist,
I spent some on new clothes, the rest got me pissed!
But after a few months, I was stupid looking back,
I'd put oil in the foremans carton of milk...and promptly got the sack!
It wasn't nice being unemployed, with the rest of 'the mob',
but I've still got lots of good memories, of my first job."

 

Tags: happy, love, humor, rhyme,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Nice poem.My dad found me a job painting and Decorating for the schools 52 yeaŕ ago. Those were the days,
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Frank, you write from the heart and you bare your soul, and that is what makes your poems so appealing and uplifting and a joy to read, well done to you.
Frank byrne commented:
Chris, and Cecilia......my two favourites!......thanks for your lovely comments I love hearing from you both...makes my day....and I look forward to reading your lovely poetry.........hahaha..I would still put oil in that foremans milk!.....horrible man!....hahaha.....

 

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