TOIL AND TROUBLE

I once had a job pouring orange juice in cans
But I soon had to leave there, I guess it was fate
The boss called me in and he said I was fired
And the reason for this, I could not concentrate.

I then got a job in the Forest so great
Where the work was demanding, we could not relax
But I could not hack it, I soon was called in
And they fired me again, I was given the ax.

A medical doctor, I finally became
And I hung my diploma up high on the wall
But soon I discovered this was not for me
For I could not display any patients at all.

A chef I became just to spice up my life
I baked pies of all flavors, some lemon, some lime,
I soon left that job like the ones gone before
I resented the fact I did not have the thyme.

At Starbucks I work putting coffee in cans
It's a job I was lucky, so lucky to find
But something tells me I won't last very long
It's Monotonous, it's boring, the same daily grind.

By Jasper Cook


He thought he would try being a garbage collector, but got canned after the first week on the job.

He built houses for awhile, but quit because he couldn't handle all the constructive criticism.

He tried being a fireman, but he just couldn't take the heat.