Help Wanted

Attention employers of any degree

I’m begging for someone to answer my plea –

My son is in need of a job of some kind

Be it white or blue collared, I really don’t mind.

It would help, though unlikely from what I deduce,

If his ten years of college could somehow produce,

But what he can do with a Fine Arts degree,

As I’ve told him quite often, is well beyond me.

If you’re looking for grit and a confident voice

I’m sorry; my son’s not the logical choice.

If you’re looking for youth and a flexible bent

I suspect you will need a more qualified gent.

But I know there’s a job my son Morris can do.

He’s great with remotes and with web-surfing too!

His skin is as thick as an elephant’s hide.

Not too much can phase him; believe me I’ve tried.

For forty-five years I’ve supported my son.

Can’t someone please help me? For God’s sake, I’m done.

Today, in honor of National Poetry Month NaPoWriMo.net invites us to write a poem that conveys the same urgency as “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere” which event is celebrating its 240^th anniversary.  So maybe the topic of my poem is not as historic, but…