A ten cent raise & a fat boss man
staring at my boobs.
I write poems
so I won’t
act out
the day when
I finally give in
to my desperation
tiptoe into
the big office
where he sits,
put my boobs
in his face,
slide my pink
fingernails
around his
red neck
and squeeze
til his eyes bleed,
fall out & roll
across the desk
where he keeps
the file
that says I
am worth
ten pennies
& two boobs.
Julie Buffaloe-Yoder
what a hoot, boobs? they will still come runnin’–love it
I never learn, do I?
It’s from my “keeps me from punching somebody” file. Thanks, Mr. Scot!
Oh, Julie, we really are right there!!! Although sometimes I actually do want people to stare at my boobs (boy am I proud
…but not define me by them… anyhoo…(hehe), speaking of punching people…you have got to read my blogs on that subject…they start in my older posts…and really I guess keep going until the cornucopia post…
Hey, Holly! This one’s for you! I should have credited you up there, because your last comment made me think of it.
Yes, I’ve been going through your older posts and loving your stuff. Great poetry on your site! Once I soak it all in, I’ll go back and blab more. Ha! Shocking…me? Blab? No way!
Thanks much & take care.
This is hilarious.
I can see him now, bandages around both eyes, trying to work in Braille, typing on his keypad, “Never stare at Julie’s boobs, never stare at Julie’s boobs, never stare at Julie’s–”
Ha! I love this…
Thanks, Noah the Great!
Thanks, Bob. You make me laugh every time.
But aw shucks…I really wouldn’t hurt a flea.
Fantastic — love the “pink fingernails”
Hi, Nathan. It’s great to see you here. Yeah, I like the sound of those words together…and the image. Thanks much.
Very funny stuff. You know, all this discussion begs the question: why do you think they call ‘em ‘boobs?’
Hi, David! Great question. I’m such a dork, I googled it, and here’s what Wiki Answers says:
“Boob” is a 1950’s shortening of “booby”, which in the 1930’s came from “bubby”. Linguists aren’t sure, but “bubby” may derive from the German “Bübbi” which means ‘teat’.
I don’t know if that’s right or not, but now I need to write a bubby poem. Thanks much & take care.
I love this. I can’t wait to see what you create.
This may or may not be helpful:
In yiddish, Bubby denotes grandma. So…that brings us full circle. So when somebody says they like your boobs, you can tell them “so did grandpa!”
That is wild. Maybe the word is really yiddish in origin. You never know. I never put my faith in anything I look up on the internet, so wiki answers could be wrong.
Hey, girls! We have grannies on our…uh…that’s a little creepy.
Ha! Ha! Thanks, David.
Ah-haaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa!!! this is *quite* a vivid picture poem… LOLOL
Hey, Nan! It’s great to see you again!! I like a person who laughs long and loud…ha!
Haven’t we all dreamed of doing this to a pig boss at one time or another? Or do I just need medication? Wait…don’t answer that last question.
Thanks so much, Nan:D
I have a boss so arrogant and sometimes ignorant that in a semi acid exchange, the boss, my workmate and me, in exasperation my workmate said, “You’re a narcissist.” This nearly broke me up but what happened next, my boss kind of puffed out his chest and strutted around a bit. He clearly thought he had been complimented. I swear my blood pressure rose keeping in the horselaugh. There is no question here. The man is simply not sophisticated enough to poke fun at himself like that.
At least he doesn’t mess with the women. He mostly treats them nicer.
Christopher, that is hilarious! I think we have the same boss. I would describe my boss as Homer Simpson, but at least Homer seems to mean no harm.
Sometimes it feels like people like this always end up being my boss. Or is it just me? Ha! Thanks for the laugh.
Wow, LOL