I Love My Job

I Love My Job (the lost Dr. Seuss poem)

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.

I love my furniture, drab and grey,
and piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell,
there’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.

I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file.
I’d love them more if they worked a while.

I’m happy to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job - I’ll say it again -
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who’ve come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!

I'm off to work this beautiful, Southern California, Friday morning. And all kidding aside, I'm happy to say I HAVE a job to GO to! Have an art-filled weekend my blogger buddies :) XOXO

3 comments:

Pretty Things said...

That's terrific! And I do love my job!

Sue said...

Good for you! It is nice to read someone that actually likes their job.

debi @ life in my studio said...

Great poem!! Thanks for sharing!