There was once a princess from Poughkeepsie, Who went in for a li’l nip and tuck, see? Instead of lifting her breast they lowered the rest Now her boobies are where her knees, should be.
This was written for Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry Contest– before I read the directions. Instead of taking off on an existing nursery rhyme, I kind of picked up on the aftermath of nursing… Or something like that… Anyways….
No longer ate up by youths hormonal cocktail, the pieces of me I had always accepted as missing, or broken are forming a core. a root system that seeks to tether me to a life I was once ready to leave.
When I accepted this position,
I had no concept of how insane the pace would be.
I knew it was a seasonal hot spot, and was impressed by the fact that forty thousand odd people were expected to migrate through the sleepy little hamlet of Healy (year round population 1021) seeking the Alaskan Adventure over the four month summer season.
I didn’t take into consideration was the fact that out of the
seventy or so employees, only one tenth of them would have ever
worked for this company before. In addition, an impressive number of
our seasonal staff would be from exotic foreign countries and not
only speak English as a second language, but for most them, this is
their first exposure to a work environment.
Needless to say, every day is filled with obstacles that as individuals, few of us would be equipped to overcome alone. However, as a whole, somehow we miraculously pull together, and not only succeed in accomplishing our goal of working together as a team, but bring a distinct ring of sanity to an environment that does everything with it’s power, to challenge just that.
Spices and cultures meld. Necessity being our one common bond.
Insurmountable does not translate well into varied languages.
There is no ‘I’ in team. Individual dreams make magic happen.