Even A Job Picking Corn Off A Cob!

Have you ever noticed a thing at each and every wing? That no matter what job comes from summer to spring, there is always someone around that will do the thing? Some even whistle and sing.

A bull fighter is needed.
That job can be seeded.
A dog pooper scooper is had,
That person must be mad.

A pilot for a big death trap,
Takes many a lap.
The tole booth change guy,
Sits and stares at the sky.

A nuke bomb maker,
Even has a taker.
A crossing guard comes due.
I've seen one or two.

An actor with the skill of a gnat,
Can be fake and all of that.
A construction sign holder,
Making you stop while you grow older.

An on air Priest,
Saying give so he can feast.
A grocery store bagger is there,
Even has to bag underwear.

Some fashion guru crap,
Makes me want to nap.
A celebrity impersonator umm guy,
Gives off some sort of cry.

A vet that is so great,
Sticking thermometers up my ass is their fate.
A long haul trucker umm long hauling.
I wonder how that becomes a calling?

A author that sells a ton.
Damn, not under my sun.
A kitty litter maker.
They are a real mover and shaker.

A doctor who looks over humans all day.
That has to be a scary display.
The guy who picks up the trash.
It is sure gone in a flash.

The school teacher we teaches each day,
Getting summers off to play.
The blogger who works a ton,
And still makes less than each and every one.

No wonder there are so many welfare bums out there. They are too disgusted by cleaning toilets at their lair. So instead they would rather starve. Maybe a house out of a tree they could carve? There are jobs for everything and everyone in mass. I guess they just have to have standards like my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.