Norwegian Farmer’s Son…May 1st

May 1st…“DESCRIBE A WAY THAT YOU TRIED TO EARN MONEY AS A TEENAGER.”

POEM – “For Nickel And Dime” by N. Elliott Noorlun

NFS 5.1a
Boring blueberries brought a buck……or two into Elliott’s pockets.

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.

NFS 5.1c
Robbie Gross

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,

Little schoolboy enjoys picking his nose.
Our noses were double-barreled blueberry “guns” 😉

Then laughter’d bust out, that we tried to smother.

#981.1 Doris Sletten
Elliott’s Aunt Doris

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!”

 

 

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