Poems and strange mumblings

OH NO, NOT AGAIN

 

It was 9.30am in the morning, when that door bell rang

Its your Boss the voice said, my cars been in a bang

I did’nt see him coming – he drove through lights on red

My cars a write off, and I have bruised me left leg

 

I can’t make it for that meeting with that man today

Please say my excuses, you must go instead and stay

Shocked I say I’ll attend and lets hope for the best

Now you must go home and get yourself some rest

 

Off to the hairdresser I rush for that eleven oclock

Arrive and Jane the Junior, looks at me with deep shock

“You should not be here till tomorrow, we can’t do it today”

But me hairs a mess, I’ll upset the PM, what ever will he say

 

A meeting this afternoon with that Man at number 10

I panic now times running out according to Big Ben.

Grap the yellow pages, and find a hairdresser who says yes

Drive as fast as I can whoops, bang, aah, bet you can guess.

 

Arrive late for the meeting, all harassed and looking in pain

The PM takes one look at me, and laughs “oh no not again.

 Where’s that woman this time, see she’s sent you in her place”

 Crashed I said, he went through on red, and vanished no trace.

 

Doreen Yates

April 2007 

 

 

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