Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Mr. Sledge“

I’m a twenty-pound sledgehammer;

And I’m ready to talk and slammer.

I want to break that concrete into little bits;

Watch out, women cover those tits!

Pieces will fly every which way;

Boss wants this all done by the end of today.

Come on, give me a big; hearty swing!

I want to hear those muscles ping!

That’s right, I want to fly in the air;

And come down hard with a flare.

I want to see the pieces fly so high;

That they with bust the clouds in the sky.

Come on, you wimps, get me moving!

Blast the radio and get groovin.’

Quit being a baby, exercise I need,

I’m not a tender-leaf, scrawny weed!

It’s a quarter to five, boss is on his way;

You guys are awful; I’m telling him to dock your pay.

As this concretes not broken, and that isn’t right.

Put me away; your work ethic sucks tonight.