He knew seeing day shift boxes,

Of pizza going home for little foxes…

Second shift just might

Not get any tonight,

like at the nursing home–big pizza losses!

Pizza on Labor Day free,

My boss had invited me…

It was once declared

That with Security they shared,

But none was left over that I could see!

Will someone deliver more,

No guarantees that ‘s in store…

‘Suppose I could have asked

But it was obviously their task

To deny the rest of us our treats for sure?

In the nursing home, they’d buy the staff,

A big order Saturday morning, meant to last…

Ostensively all day

But some would run away,

With PILES of pizzas–later shifts were shafted!

I could have asked for leftovers leaving,

Several friends gladly would’ve been relieving…

Me of my distress

Of seeing it’s egress,

I didn’t know–and therefor I was grieving!





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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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