“ At a loose end”
The other day when I got up
´twas just another day,
I got the bus and went to work,
half dreaming on the way.
There on my desk, I found a note.
My boss wanted to chat.
What did I do wrong? I thought,
perplexed about the fact.
They chucked me out, I got the sack,
They showed me to the door.
I grabbed my things and said goodbye,
my backside feeling sore.
It’s not their fault, they told me clear
They have to make ends meet.
So here I am, a loose end
that sadly must be snipped.
Oh, woe is me, I am undone!
a loose end drifting free,
Oh, woe is me, I am undone!
What will become of me?
I´ll have no boss to shout at me,
no cause to get up early.
I’ll have no stress to make me fret,
no need to dress so tidy.
I´ll have to read a book or two,
I´ll have to watch T.V.
I´ll have to go to evening class,
to boost my poor C.V.
I´ll live on salad, go for walks
and somehow I´ll get by.
Until I find another job
to keep me occupied.