Summer: A Massage Therapist’s Lament
Because I am in no way, shape, or form a poet, I wrote a poem about what it’s like to be a massage therapist in the summer time. What can I say? Sometimes these things just pop into my head and I don’t have the self-restraint to not share them.
Summer: A Massage Therapist’s Lament
Dear client I would
Like to teach
Massage is better
Than the beach
Keep those muscles nice
And supple
So volleyball won’t
Give you troubleWork out the knots and
movement gain
So you won’t feel so
Darn much pain
You will enjoy the
Summer more
If your muscles aren’t
So doggone soreDear therapist you
Ought to know
A lot of clients
Will no-show
They will not call or
Even text
They’ll leave you waiting
For the nextYou can’t get through to
Their cell phone
They’re not at work, they’re
Not at home
You may as well do
Something else
For the next hour
by yourselfRead a magazine
Or book
There’s even time to
Have a look
At Twitter, Facebook,
Pinterest
Your marketing will
Be the bestSo many clients
Do not book
I think I need
Another hook
What will it take to
Get them in
Air conditioning
Or gin?I bribe with discounts,
Cool A/C
It doesn’t work at
all you see
I need a way to
Make them pay
So I can have a
Small vacayA driftwood candle
burning bright
Some seaside sounds that
Might delight
If I can’t go work
On the beach
I may just bring it
here to meMaybe there’s
Another way
To combine some work
With my play
And make some money
Every dayA beach house, maybe
I’m not sure
A seaside spa might
Be the cure
Whatever I might
Have to do
I just hope it won’t
Require shoes
