Lizzy McBizzy
Lizzy McBizzy was always in a tizzy
Her calendar pages would make anyone dizzy
She’d arrive at one place and hardly sit down
Before she’d be out the door with another leap and bound
She’d always arrive asking, “can we make this fast?”
For she warned she’d certainly be off in a flash
Her toes and toenails would ache in her shoes
Tied far too tightly so they’d never come loose
Her heels felt like cracking beneath the constant pace
Of her tick always tocking in endless haste
Her shins always whined that the work was too much
To keep everything going in such a constant rush
Her feet to her knees were always in protest
That the demand of their job was in need of some rest
But Lizzy was too busy to hear their complaints
She had too much to do to schedule in breaks
Finally one day after months of screaming and yelling
About union laws, and lunch breaks, and conditional dwellings
Little Lizzy’s feet took a stand against the lack of enjoyment
And walked off to find themselves better employment
Poem/R. Hoobler
Illustration/M. Chilian
Design/E. Lizabeth
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