Ballad of the 21-A
Ballad of the 21-A
I have been employed in various jobs over the years, and one of the first was as a janitor for a now-defunct department store chain, and I worked nights after I got home from high school. My title, or code, that was announced over the intercom was “21-A.” This might give some background for the poem, which was published in the company newsletter one month.
Ballad of the 21-A
With his golden broom,
He will sweep any room.
Page him on the phone,
And he will be there soon.
With his great sweeping crew,
That never takes long,
They shall sweep the store;
And the 21-A leaves, singing’ a song.
When the sweeping is done,
It is time to wet-mop.
The 21-A works to the bone,
Only then will he stop.
The call of nature is clear,
And the 21-A is near.
The rest rooms are spic and span,
Fit for any child, woman or man.
The boxes of the store coming
To him shall never cease.
But the 21-A compacts them
When the button is released.
So, if you have a job
For the 21-A
Just contact him, and he’ll
Be there right away.
For anything that is thine,
He will clean it
‘Till it will sparkle and shine.
This is the end of this rhyme.
No kidding - that is an understatement!
Comment by RV Cover Class A — September 25, 2009 @ 8:46 am