THE BOSS' VACATION
He folded up his little tent, It was the break of day— He packed his outfit in his "jit," And went his noisy way. His sunburn had begun to peel, His poison oak to swell, He had a blister on his heel And on his thumb as well. Mosquito bites divided up With freckles on, his face, The thorns and thistles both had left Their friendly little trace. His fifteen dollar shoes were scuffed, They nearly killed his feet; The classy pants he wore with pride Were tattered in the seat. He ached in every bone and joint, He sniffled with a cold, He shook his head and groaned aloud, "I must be getting old." He hadn't had a decent meal I't seemed to him for years, And when he thought of apple pie>, It almost brought the tears. He knew his woKk was piling up, He'd lose a lot of trade; 'Twould take a month to straighten out Mistakes the office made. And yet, when he was home again He swelled his chest and sakl— How anyone could stand a house Or sleeping on a bed! —Happj'time Memories.
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Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 94, 21 August 1942, Page 4
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192THE BOSS' VACATION Bay of Plenty Beacon, Volume 5, Issue 94, 21 August 1942, Page 4
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