NEARLY A SINECURE

“I'm going to the office.”

So says my youngster, and

Gets on the train to take him there

( The train's the sofa or a chair,

Whichever's near at hand. )

“Now I am to the office.

I'm working now,” says he,

And just continues standing there

On that same lounge or that same chair,

As idle as can be.

Perhaps four seconds after

He first got on his train,

I see him getting off once more.

He steps or falls onto the floor

And says, “I'm home again.”

I do n't know what they pay him,

Nor where the office is.

The nature of the boy's posish

I've never learned — but how I wish

I had that job of his!