The judge

A judge's life

Is the life for me,

Picking the winners,

One, two, three.

 

Flying here and flying there,

I'll fly first class everywhere.

The best of food, the finest rooms,

Wealth and fame, overhead it looms.

 

I'll make new friends,

By the score

They'll all come running

When I'm on the floor.

 

The compliments will come,

One, two, three.

I'll be so popular.

Lucky Me!

 

"May I get you a pop?

May I open the door?

Would you like my seat?

Would you like anything more?"

 

A judge's life,

Is it for me?

Withhold the ribbons

On one, two and three.

 

The plane has a propeller.

The pilot is blind.

I don't see first class.

I'm losing my mind.

 

Thank goodness we landed!

Now, where is my room?

Over there in the closet,

Right next to the broom?

 

I'm very hungry.

I'm getting thinner.

Here comes supper.

Yuk! It's a TV dinner!

 

We're at the show.

Now for wealth and fame.

The show went broke.

Hey you, what's your name?

 

"Get your own pop.

Get your own door.

You're the dummy.

Dumped my dog before!"

 

There's more to being a judge

Than at first I thought.

Perhaps I'll think it over,

Return the suit I bought.

 

I don't know how you do it.

I don't know how at all.

You must be damned crazy

To be a judge, at all!

(© Carol Kufner) 

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I would like to thank Carol Kufner for her kind permission to publish her poems on my blog.