A poem by Theodore Welc

Great job! said the steam train to the platform,

Great job! said the whippet to the horse.

Nice work! said the builder to the moron,

Up yours! said the vicar to his mum.

No thanks! said the mental patient's daughter,

Rag worms! said the concierge's friend.

Nice car! said the teacher to the horseman,

Please don't! said the accidental brick.

Not now! said the upbeat purser's wife's dog,

Hold on! said the crafty blue jay's beak.

What if? said the archetypal muck pile,

Hot Oil! said the stretcher to the fleece.

Nice guts! said the chicken's auntie's son's brain,

Rice Cake! said the fisherman in Crete.

All aboard! said the cochineal's migraine,

Great Job! Great Job! Nice Job! Big Job! Big Blob Bog bob!