By Joan E. Wilson

Two small poems today that I hope will put a little smile on your face. I really did loathe my job I took as a receptionist after I had retired.

Baby Shower

By Joan (Watler) Wilson

A baby shower for a new mom to be

Very useful presents for all to see

Baby oil and powder to keep the skin so sweet

Bibs and napkins and nice crib sheets.

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Are but a few of the gifts that will be given

To this beautiful baby – your gift from heaven.

And when you give birth to this bundle of joy

It’ll make no difference if it’s a girl or boy.

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Just so it’s O.K. and you’re feeling fine

You can relax and sleep ‘til it’s feeding time.

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THE RECEPTIONIST

By Joan (Watler) Wilson

Reception work bores me to tears

There’s nothing to do really but sit and stare,

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No windows to look out to the beautiful sea

Or over the roads where traffic flows free.

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Half hour for lunch is all I’m given

No time to eat is not my idea of heaven,

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But, alas, I’m only part-time you see

So I’m off and out when the clock strikes three!

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