The Mixup Jobs

By Anulekha Nambiar

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In the town of folk land

There was once a curse,

Only if you do someone else’s work

The curse would be reversed.

The baker ran around town

With a fishing rod and bait,

But all he did was row his boat

And wait and wait and wait.

The business man was the baker

Mixing up some cakes

They were surely yucky

Because they made some people shake.

The fisherman did the business

And it was hard to do

Tinkering with computers he had never seen

He had to think his selection through

The children ran around town

Their job was to go to school,

Instead, all of them became the cooks

And that was not very cool.

The people were so tired,

When finally, it was night.

Then the curse was reversed

And the jobs were alright.

By Anulekha Nambiar