Poems and strange mumblings
OH NO, NOT AGAIN
It was
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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