by Roxanna Kay

Created on: December 31, 2009

I was sending an email to my peers to simply say Happy Holidays and this poem came out instead...I'm sure all you writers out there understand what I'm talking about...

Cherokee County Health Department we chose as our careers,

Did you laugh when the state warned us…not to hit a deer?

Seriously? I need a beer!

Maybe in the big city it's unclear,

We battle that all year,

‘Cause the deer run amuck here.

 Were in a budget crunch I hear,

It would be a luxury to shop at Sears!

But it's at Wal-Mart we appear.

Handing all our dollars to the cashier,

And we ain't buying cashmere.

Off the beaten path we shall not veer.

‘Cause Darla will have our rears!

Verbally skilled she hums like Shakespeare!

But always, always so sincere.

Yes, straight and narrow we shall steer.

My writings may result in a tongue-lashing severe!

Where the hell’s my beer?

We may have a bad day and sneer,

And may shed an occasional tear,

Through the bad times and good we will cohere.

Someone is always near…saying here dear,

Have a beer.

On occasion our good names may get a smear.

For each other we will remove the spear.

And just for the record-Susie and I aren't queer!

We tackled flu shot clinics with no fear!

Switch to emergency epidemic mode at high gear.

Put forth efforts to hold down our home frontier.

Josh what a pioneer! Red and swollen from no sun gear.

Nurses can't do your pap smear…that would interfere.

But drop your trou’ sir, you're getting shot in the rear!

We all grin from ear to ear.

And watch much like a grand premiere.

Had me tugging at my brassiere!

To all my public servant peers.

Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

CHEERS!

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