Bouncing Back.
Well, I survived my first crazy week back at work
Even though my jerk of a boss drove me berserk.
By Friday I was creeping toward the edge of sanity,
Scarcely able to control my temper, or my profanity.
After my three-week Zen retreat, let’s say, diplomatically
That prat Rich has been acting like a complete prize… dickily.
Dogsbody.
It’s back to my dead-end job, back to the hard slog,
And straight back into harness, mush, like a sled dog.
Back under the boss’s beady eye and curled lip,
Shrinking from that tongue that cuts like a whip.
But soon I’ll break and snap back, ’cause, as they say
Even a good dog will have their bloody bad day.
Workaday.
Oh, yes, it’s back to work I’ve gone,
Here I am, sat upon my sit-upon,
Gazing blankly at a blinking screen
Brooding on the good days just been,
Looking out at a bright bright sunshiny day
Thinking darkly ‘Christmas is 333 days away.’
No Holiday Camp.
Tomorrow is the day of reckoning,
The joy of gainful employment is beckoning.
Say, for another year
‘I’m happy to be here.’
After my holidays my joyous job holds no allure,
From vacation to vocation, it’s my job to endure.
In My Eye.
I sat misty eyed all through the eulogy,
Fine words heard makes it hard to see,
When my daughter rose I went to her side,
To stand strong, some comfort to provide.
If she faltered with her words I’d said
I’d take on the recitation in her stead,
But when I stood forth, as if to speak
Well, damn my eyes, they began to leak.
I had said I would speak up without a quaver
But on looking down the words began to waver,
So I stood by, mournfully manfully staunching my eye,
Ah, but my daughter spoke far more eloquently than I.
Starry Night.
In the middle of the night, when you get that call
You know, the blackness can get darker, after all,
There’s nothing left to do
But step outside to think it through,
You find your mind and time stand terribly still
As you follow your feet on the climb up Calton Hill.
Look to the sky and see, in the unfathomable black
A myriad of stars, a galaxy blinking- and winking back,
And there’s nothing you can do
But gaze up to see the night through,
To wait and watch till in the east, black turns to grey
As slowly, ever slowly, the light dawns on a new day.
(For T)
Not Much Cup.
A cup tie at Selhurst Park agin Grimsby Town,
Two minutes in and poor Town are one man down,
How the Eagles crowd did crow,
The Grimsby fans cry ‘Oh fu- Oh no!’
For Grimsby it’s now backs to the wall
While Palace aim for goals, for one and all.
For surely, this week at Selhurst the goals would flow…
We watched a grim nil-all draw, till with two minutes to go
After spurning chances galore
Luckily a Palace player did score;
Happily, for goals at Palace are precious and few,
And, Hallelujah, he even scored at the right end too.
