Poem about a guy who dresses like a slob and loses his job.

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You lost your job;

So sad but true.

You dressed like a slob.

Now you’re feeling blue.

Your appearance lacked style.

Your manners lacked grace.

And you didn’t have time,

To go wash your face.

The gravy stain on your shirt

Quite frankly looked bad.

And the mustard on your collar

Made you look kind of sad.

So what did you expect?

You know that it’s true.

You’ll never hold a job

Looking the slob like you.

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  • wolffe on Oct 4, 2009

    interesting aspect.

  • Ruby Hawk on Oct 4, 2009

    Steve, that’s a neat one.

  • C Jordan on Oct 4, 2009

    That is actually very good. But I don’t know what Frank Zappa would make of you talking to him like that!

  • hfj on Oct 5, 2009

    Clean up your act before it’s too late, or becoming homeless could be your fate. Nice one Steve.

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