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POEM BY This summer, my granddaughter took her first job, picking blueberry's to earn a trip to Washington. She loved the first few days and then it got to be work. I wrote here this poem, perhaps others may have observed the same experience.
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TO THE "BLUEBERRY" GIRL (on her 13th birthday) The "blueberry" is a wondrous fruit So tasty and unreal ! It’s great on top of ice cream And underneath my cereal It’s purple colors smoothie drinks And makes a great blueberry pie I even add them to my pancakes Oh for blueberries, I would die But my love for this purple berry Has now begun to pale As I share with you my story Oh my, what a gruesome tale This summer needing my own money I read this compelling ad "Come pick some berries with us all" "Our cash will make you glad"! And to "sweeten up this offer" My lovely Mom and Dad Said "we’ll match whatever that you can make" Like wow! my bank account we’ll pad And so now, every morning I arise at early light And off then to the berry fields To make lots of "moola"!!..right? Now the first weeks were delicious I’d pick a dozen, two or three And to make sure the quality was good I’d consume some just for me The days were cool delicious Oh what fun this was for me Making all this money And eating berries there for free But as the days grew longer And hot weather did appear What once I thought I looked like Has now become a "purple smear"! Good grief , I’m sweating like a hog My skin is also purple ..see! My hair is not the color As, to you, it seems to be! These days are getting longer And while the bank account does grow I’m busted, tired and filthy As I work up and down each row Will this stupid bush before me Stop growing berries please! I’ve picked you over, 7 times And you still grow more with ease I couldn’t eat a berry inside your breakfast cakes A piece of berry pie, now provokes a stomach ache And berries in my ice cream? I’d prefer to use for bait I’d rather eat a gooey duck than a berry
on my plate But summer’s coming to and end And it may be the end of me! I never thought that "back to school" Was a time I’d want to see But I wanted you to know That this experience was good That what it takes to make some money Is now better understood I’m saving for a bigger goal A trip to Washington I know now, first you have to sweat In order to have fun. But should I come to visit Please make sure I never see A blueberry on my plate Cause that fruit is not for me.
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