TEST TICKLES

[Maureen K Clifford]

since Bob has let us know that it is the start of the International funny poem week thought I would put this one here that I knocked is. Hope it IS funny.




TEST TICKLES. Maureen Clifford © 09/11

She’d got a job – Oh happy day. A three month trial, start right away.
The factory was close to home, she’d walk to work and not alone
the other girls said work was fun, they made kids toys and everyone
said working there was just the best because you got new toys to test.

The boss on the production line- asked ‘‘how are you?’’ she said ‘’just fine’’
He asked ‘’do you know what to do”’ she said ‘’ yes sir I surely do.’’
‘’I’ll leave you to it then my girl and let you give the job a whirl
I’ll speak to you when it’s lunchtime but I am sure you’ll be just fine.’’

so off he went, left Mary there in a big room with one big chair,
conveyor belts that whizzed around and cardboard boxes. Sturdy, sound.
So to the task she willing bent, though lots of toys right past her went
and piled in heaps upon the floor – she thought that strange but wasn’t sure.

Come lunchtime there was great dismay, her quota she’d not reached that day.
The boss was looking less than pleased and seems his ire was not appeased
when Mary told him tearfully she could not keep up as he’d see
if he would for a moment watch how fast the toys whizzed to the box.

She sat and sewed as fast she could but missed so many toys. Not good.
She looked in abject misery to see the boss down on his knees,
she thought maybe he’s packing toys but saw his tears – not ones of joy
his face was red, his shoulders shook an apoplexy him had took.

He looked at Mary, pale of face, who stood before him in disgrace
and kindly said ‘’I see that we have got off on the wrong foot – see
your job here was to product test – two test tickles considered best
to ensure Elmos’s quality which is important you’ll agree

Yet here you sat with needle poised turning our neutral dolls to boys
and stitching on male gender parts. God love you girl, God bless your heart.
But you will find this job a breeze if you just give test tickles please
as Elmo passes down the line – if you do that all will be fine.’’

And so was done, the changes wrought and now each little Elmo bought
will laugh and laugh in mirthful way each time you tickle him today.
Please spare a thought for Mary, who test tickled Elmo’s passing through
and every one packed in a box, ensuring each one had two …….socks

[Heather]

I saw this as a joke some time ago Maureen. I like how you've turned it into a poem. Poor Mary!

Heather

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Heather - she hadn't done very well in the fat lamb department