SUPPER AT THE GUARD SHACK
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Friday supper at the guard shack,
We’ll start with a “TURKEY BITES” snack…
Only two had mold–
Barely two weeks old,–
It’s too late to throw them back!
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Main course is from CHEF BOY-AR-DEE,
Spaghetti and Meatballs for me…
Protect the white shirt
Or tomato sauce “blurt”
Will ruin it needlessly.
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Cold coffee is almost gone,
It’s a hike to put fresh on…
Can fill up on water,
That’s what I “oughter”
It’ll make the supper more healthy!
–Jonathan Caswell
GUARD SHACK
A desk inside is what we got,
But the label is still “Guard shack”…
And that’s outside near the back gate..
Where extra stuff is packed.
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Security has had a desk
For as long as I’ve been here…
When something addressed “Guard shack”,
On this desk will appear.
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Folks must need something stable for
This world of changing fact….
Why not call Security
Desk the old Guard shack?
–Jonathan Caswell
LIKE THIS JOB…NOT ALL OF IT!
(I gotta come up with fancier titles!-J.C.)
A Site Manager came to me,
Commenting that I must be…
Pleased with this work
And love to lurk
At that place constantly.
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Did I really love this job?
I don’t wish to sound a snob…
It’s not all joy
At that employ,
It’s a way to earn a “bob”.
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It once was “my site”,
With a wish to work it right…
The account was lost
And I bore the cost,
Of higher-ups with consideration “light.”
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The uncertainty of when traffic comes,
Definitely sometimes bums…
Folks tend to flash by
When one’s eye
Is distracted by hearing different drums.
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At this guard post you cannot sit down
For long, with traffic around…
To stand in the door
With regs to implore,
And directions to where trucks are bound.
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The worse thing about all of this,
Depending on others to piss…
Bathrooms are over there
So schedule with care,
Leaving your post you can “kiss”!
(your job goodby!!!)
–Jonathan Caswell
A MATTER OF PRIORITIES
Working two jobs at a time,
On the same day may be fine…
For younger blokes
Who pay for smokes,
But I’ve got to stay in line.
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When at a guard shack post,
Cars sneak up like ghosts…
Upon you so quick
You’d better stick
To looking out for them the most!
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Thus spending time writing verse
Could turn out to be a curse…
Not concentrating
On the job could be fating
A guard for unemployment or worse.
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But a number of slow times there are,
To be watchful for that truck or car…
That may try to sneak
Past before you speak
About renewing that temporary permit card.
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Writing becomes rather terse
When it’s too busy to write verse….
But it can be done
When slow times come,
Without the effects so adverse!
–Jonathan Caswell
RELIEVER REVELRY
Standing in the old guard shack,
Memory takes one back…
To the ways
Of those days
When our team was cracker jack.
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Standing here in the cold
With memories ten years’ old…
The contract failed
Another prevailed,
Out from under we were sold.
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Glad that I could come in quick,
For the guard who went home sick…
Same old job,
No hob-nob
But extra hours will do the trick.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 