RetirementI'm riding off into the sunset;eighteen years is a long time.I'm putting away my catalog, to write some irresistible rhyme.I'll miss my coworkersand my customers as well.One thing I won't miss, however, is that 6 AM alarm clock bell.My first job was delivering newspapers, and I ended up selling office supplies.After all those years of paying taxes, Social Security is awarding me a prize.I'm expected to live on what they give me.I think they are out of their minds.Although I expect to make a fortune, selling all my books of rhymes.This retirement stuff sure is good;what I now do all day is no one's biz.It sure is a great feeling, not knowing what day it is.So, please purchase one of my books.I really could use the cash.And I'd like to thank you in advancebecause this book will be a