Some days I remember that old job
Long hours and low pay and nothing good
Working for a well known catalogue
A man came round as nasty as a frog
He shouted,faster,stupid women,are you wood?
Sometimes I remember that old job
If we had to pee, they kept a log
Seemed as if they wanted guts and blood
Working for a cruel catalogue
The men were bosses at the old golf club
They thought that they were wonders as they trod
I don’t need reminding of that job
This was long before I had a blog
No-one knew those sacrilegious pigs
Working for mail order catalogues
I nearly lost my mind ,maybe I did
Sinking very slowly in the mud
Even now I shudder at that job
Working for a famous catalogue
How my heart sings 