Yes, twice in a day, for those receiving this in their inboxes. Must be the drawing near of summer vacation, although do I get a vacation? If I don’t have a ‘job,’ do I get to vacate?
Bartender Stuart McPherson serves up a rather controversial topic, one entirely suitable for discussing while leaning on a bar with a good ale close by, preferably in my hands.
If you haven’t been by the local yet, stop in. Stuart gives us many appetisers to enjoy with our drink[s]. My poem, while short and quick, concerns a subject that niggles, often.
On Meeting the People at My Husband’s Workplace
What do you do?
I hear you are retired from teaching.
Do you work?
Do I work?
I stay home all day,
I clean the house (more or less),
I prepare supper – time + effort = enjoyment + a meal –
I write. Mostly, I write. That’s it:
I write.
Oh. What do you write?
Poetry.
Oh. So you don’t work?
Work: mental or physical effort
done in order to achieve a purpose or result
This is an interactive poem. Audience: do we work?
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Thank you Stuart. I shall mingle for a while. Can I have more crisps?
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