Shift Work

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/2009/09/shadow-shot-sunday-69.html

SHIFT WORK

We sit here idly in the sun but you couldn't say we're shirkers.

We're the furniture equivilent of what are called shift-workers.

Our lives may seem so easy as we gaze out at the sea;

Nobody's sitting on us; we feel all calm and free.

But, come the setting of the sun and the opening of the bar,

Ours will be a very different sort of life, by far.

Paunchy men, with bellies, will slide up on our seats,

Rather drunk and having eaten snack-food that repeats!

And silly girls with alcohol, as brainless as a feather,

Will lurch and giggle up to us and spill stuff on our leather!

Then somebody will pick a fight, lifting one seat by a leg,

Ready to hit a bosom friend, or at least to make him beg!

The music will blare-out constantly, the laughter will be insane!

Someone will have to lurch outside and vomit in the drain!

They wont go home till morning! And we'll be quite done-in

By the shouting and the singing and the drinking and the din!

Someone will wipe us over, so at least we'll feel renewed,

When they rub off all the finger-marks and bits of sticky food.

Now we're dreaming through the afternoon, and we're feeling almost blessed.

Don't disturb our siesta!

I think we deserve a rest!

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Saturday Night Fever here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/01/261-saturday-night-fever.html