(Ever worked a boring shift and let your imagination run wild? This cheeky poem dives into the mind of a produce clerk. Who finds unexpected fun among cucumbers, carrots, and KY gel. It’s PG-13, a little naughty, and totally relatable for anyone who’s ever tried to spice up the daily grind. Paired with a playful image. This post is all about finding joy (and laughter) in the weirdest places — even the veggie bins.)
“Working in Produce: Making My Job Fun!”
What a boring night, now let’s just see,
How much fun can I make this job be!
Where should I start this journey into the abyss?
Pleasing oneself without a miss.
Do we go with the wee little cucumbers, that are the size of pickles?
Or do we want carrots, with the circumference of nickels?
As I look around, I see many items of interest, what fun I could have?
Just got to get some grease, KY gel or Vaseline salve.
From the tickling Parsley or Basil to the bright yellow gourd,
It’s all fun, it up to the pocketbook to what, one can afford!
Sweet potatoes long and slender, with bumpy skin,
To a fat, smooth Idaho potato, it’s fruitful blah kin.
How about strawberries crushed, dripping between the lips,
For the boyfriend’s tongue to make many trips!
Ohhhh, what fun this place could be,
It’s turning me on, can’t you see!
I imagine so many strange things, you would not believe,
It’s just too impossible for one to conceive.
I work night after night just dreaming away,
To what fun I could have the very next day.
Getting myself all worked up just looking around,
I must be a Horny, sex pot, of a weirdo clown.
Who pulls the fun out of tables of fruits and veggies,
Not someone who pulls underwear up, to give hurtful wedgies.
Spare me the laughter and all the pain,
It’s all fun for my emotional gain…
Of doing my job well, and receiving a check…
I got to live, it’s a job, what the heck!
Make fun of what you do for a living, in your daily grind.
It saves you from stress and clears the mind.
Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter) 
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