My Ideal Job

It really would be nice to find

The sort of job I have in mind.

Close to home – enough to walk,

Although I wouldn’t really baulk

At two or three stops on the train –

Any more I would distain.

Convenient hours – an early start,

So that I could then depart

By early afternoon each day,

Doing the shopping on the way.

Full of interest – no need to spend

Hours which never seem to end

Doing the same old boring thing –

What I want is work with zing.

Super colleagues – but of course!

The sort that always are the source

Of fun and joy and laughter too,

So every day brings something new.

And as well a super boss,

Not the type that’s mean or cross.

And also, I hardly need to say,

A very decent rate of pay.

The world, however, doesn’t teem

With the sort of jobs of which I dream,

So likely I’ll fail in my quest

And have to settle for second best.