“Keener” Curtis
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Curt Robinson was getting
set, to work he had to go,
All showered, shaved and
spiffyed up, hair dryer set to blow.
His clothes selected carefully,
shoes selected too,
Finished now, he’s looking
like, a model in GQ.
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He got his sons already,
the twins were all-a-twitter,
They were going to spend
the evening with, their favourite baby-sitter.
That finished he was on
his way, to make the long commute,
He knew that he had lots
of time, to take his favourite route.
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Traffic was a bit tied up,
but he knew he had the time,
The secret of this story,
will come out in this rhyme.
He got to work, and parked
his car, and started the short walk,
With all the extra time
he had, he could even stop and talk.
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Now Curtis works the “Even”
shift, while I work on the “Odd”,
He was ready then to start
his day, with members of his squad.
Spotting him I called out,
“Hi, how’s everything with you?”
“Are you in here for a call-out”,
was what I asked him too.
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He stood there looking puzzled,
as if I was out to lunch,
“I’m here to work my normal
shift”, with all, the “Even” bunch.
“It’s Friday for the Odd
Squad crew”, we have just one more day,
“You guys start tomorrow”,
was all that I could say.
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It’s good to get there early,
so you’re sure you won’t be late,
But one whole day is overkill,
and now you meet your fate.
Your story has just now
been told, and there for all to see,
“Keener” Curtis featured
in, the last poem of the century.
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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk
99-12-31 (185)
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