Talkative Lifty

My job was a "Ski lift operator" I sat and watched, wrote, and dreamed.

Talkative Lifty

 

 

 

Once I wrote a poem,

I was at work, well “Work”

Is a loose term.

I had a job.

I sat, and watched people get on

Or get off.

I just watched.

Slick, like ice

Well, it was ice

Or snow, it depends.

It depends on what?

Things I guess,

Did it snow?

Or hail and blow?

“See I can rhyme, told you so.”

I wrote a poem,

On top of the world.

On and off, they came and went.

“A penny a chair I said”

My booth was like a throne

I sat and watched.

On and off.

They laugh, I cry.

Have you ever just sat.

Like seasons my mood.

Let me leave, set me free.

My booth is no throne.

A jail maybe,

Or a crypt.

I said,

“A penny a chair”

As I watched and wrote,

On top of the world.

 

Author's Note

This isn't very good, but I recalled a time of sheer boredom and had to record it.

Reviews

[several thousand]

Did you mean your booth was a throne? I liked it. A nonsense rhyme with a sense of whimsy. Thanks for sharing.

[coffeedigest]

Embarrassingly enough yes, yes I did. Not entirely sure how that made it past the final draft! Thanks for the comment and kind words!

[Calamity]

Ha! Yeah, we've all been known to diddle doodle off at work from time to time.
Entertaining read...

[Louisa Lavebaeck]

This has a special charm to it as it definitely reflects the type of boredom I can relate to when I work.