This probably won't be considered a poem by anyone who knows and is definitely not and Ode. (I don't pretend to be either a writer or a poet. Any writing I do is for my own enjoyment and most could never be published - in polite society- even if it were good writing.) It was written, tongue in cheek, for a local PBS writing contest where the exact phrase "all the signs were there" must be included. A friend told me about it and had said the phrase was "all of
the signs were there". I had already written it with the second phrase and rather than rewording it, I added the last two lines. (Enjoy or throw rotten tomatoes
Ode to Billy Bob
His job wasn’t important. He wasn’t either.
He was just the night watchman at the road construction site.
They even had a Doberman who got better treatment.
That was all right. He didn’t mind
He got paid and he could sleep while the dog stood guard.
Until one night in late August.
He awoke knowing something was wrong.
When he checked the compound, he found the gate wide open.
The dog was nowhere to be found.
All the tractors and trucks were gone.
The grader and caterpillar were gone too.
Even the power tools and hand tools were gone.
Everything was gone, including his job.
But wait. Wasn’t that something there,
All the way in the back of the compound?
Yes! It was the CAUTION sign and the STOP sign.
Here was the SLOW sign and there the MEN-AT-WORK sign.
In fact all of the signs were there.
Maybe he wouldn’t lose his job after all,
--- but all the signs were there.