With a new life stile

And all that entrails

Herbert decidedly kneads a new job

Olive seeds something in the local Garden Centre

And props in for a form

But as Herb can barely weed or right

He asks his friend Phil to fillet in

Lacks a stamp and off it goes

The fallowing week

A lettuce drops through the front door

An interview Monday at tin o’clock

So Monday they rise at the cake of dawn

Olive is bossing him like she’s his bass

Wear the weeding suit but not the swede shoes

Wear your blue shirt it looks beast

Comb your hare and brush your teeth

If you don’t get the jab they must me mad

The interview starts at tin sharp

The opening question why do you want this kind of wok

If you get the job what celery do you expect

Wear do you want to be in chive year’s thyme

Bare in mind we’re looking for team pliers

The questions write out of a personal handbook

And then the inedible

Herbert you have any questions for ass

Herbert rashers home to an excited olive

How did you do, loaf, she cries

With any luck I mite have the jab he replies

At any rate I did my beast, now we just have to prey

The lettuce arrived when Olive was out

Good news? Don’t know cos Herbert can’t weed

©LawRouge