In an alumni reunion, again I met
Three J’s whom friendship I shared
“I’m a respected judge,” boasted Jet
“Me a doctor, I’m a principal,’ Jake and Jon uttered.
“And you?” the trio inquired
“A laundry man”, is my quick reply
My friends were shocked and surprised
In disbelief they chorused, “Why o Why.”
Read full poem: What’s Bad About Being a Laundry Man?
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