May 1st…“DESCRIBE A WAY THAT YOU TRIED TO EARN MONEY AS A TEENAGER.”
POEM – “For Nickel And Dime” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Back in the days, While in my teens,
Too young for a job, No money for means.
I’d go pick blueberries, Upon Uncle’s farm,
All it took was a pail, And movement of arm.
My cohort this day, Was named Robbie Gross,
His name fit him well, We were very verbose.
While picking those berries, For nickel and dime,
We got rather bored, While passing our time.
As silliness set in, Our fun had begun,
We used our noses, To load as a gun.
With nostrils “blue” packed, We’d “berry” each other,
Then laughter’d bust out, that we tried to smother.
Just then, Aunt Doris, Would come down our row,
With her eyes ablaze, So that we’d both know.
That this was NOT, The way we should “sneeze”,
“Get back to your pickin’, Or your noses I’ll squeeze!”
Norwegian Farmer's Son 