Stop all the computers, cut off the telephone Prevent the boss from barking with a juicy bonus Silence the mobiles and with a muffin or bun Bring out the coffee, let the lazy arses come Let inane chortle from drones go over head Dribble the blue sky thinking message She Was Inbred Put crap ties around the white necks of the public servants Let the stationery cabinet police wear black cotton pants She was my wrath, my gout, my yeast infection, my stress My working week and my Sunday pest My noon cake, my midnight snack, my baulk, my thong I thought that newbie probation period would last for ever: I was wrong The Mars bars are not wanted now, put away every one; Pack up the macaroon and dismantle the bun; Pour away the ocean of coke and sweep up the bad mood For something now might eventually come to good
Wow!!!! This is amazing. Not just the content, but how you’ve matched Mr Auden perfectly. I am very impressed……and you know how much it takes to do that!!!!
Poor Mr. Auden must be twirling in his grave.
Hope your week went more speedily than the last.