Good trip down the pub last night with Dermot
Although I was so tired, still drank six pints
And had a laugh, still put away a lot
I'm having a night off from beer tonight
Today down at the office, had a right
Good laugh. Why does everything seem funny
At the moment? Still, can't complain - it's quite
A satisfactory state in which to be
Earlier on I played along to Joni
And Nico. Had a nice idea - it's not
Likely to succeed, seems far-fetched, but might
It be possible to make some money
From selling jokes direct to those who want
Them, all arranged from home on a website?
Daily sonnets and other occasional poetry and comment. There'll be links to other sites of interest, including other sites of my own.
Showing posts with label office. Show all posts
Showing posts with label office. Show all posts
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Thursday, 19 August 2010
1445 - A spot of bother
I hate it when I scratch an unknown spot
It’s agony, and not recommended
When I scratched between my eyebrows, I’d not
Reckoned on the spot being there. ‘Oh shit!’
I thought, but didn’t vocalise, as it
Happened today while sat in the office
Where swearing ain’t no promotion ticket
The kind of place where one can’t say, ‘Oh piss!’
Eyebrows would be raised, and I’d have to kiss
Goodbye to success. Some do lose the plot
At work; they find themselves isolated
And often respond going off with stress
But most are made of sterner stuff than that
A spot of bother shouldn’t flip our lid
It’s agony, and not recommended
When I scratched between my eyebrows, I’d not
Reckoned on the spot being there. ‘Oh shit!’
I thought, but didn’t vocalise, as it
Happened today while sat in the office
Where swearing ain’t no promotion ticket
The kind of place where one can’t say, ‘Oh piss!’
Eyebrows would be raised, and I’d have to kiss
Goodbye to success. Some do lose the plot
At work; they find themselves isolated
And often respond going off with stress
But most are made of sterner stuff than that
A spot of bother shouldn’t flip our lid
Wednesday, 30 December 2009
1212 - Like the Marie-Celeste
So few in work today, I sat alone
Apart from the bleached blonde married woman
Two rows of desks away, and also some
Behind those tall grey cupboards, all hidden
Sparse voices in the office, abandoned
By most floundering in the aftermath
Of one more cold blue Christmas almost done
I’m emailing Ian again; I’ll have
To call him when I’ve done all my work stuff
Well, that didn’t take long. Reach for the phone
And have a long chat with that man Ian
Because to fill this empty day is tough
Without some chat to fill it up; someone
For company, though in a far-off town
Tue 29 December
Apart from the bleached blonde married woman
Two rows of desks away, and also some
Behind those tall grey cupboards, all hidden
Sparse voices in the office, abandoned
By most floundering in the aftermath
Of one more cold blue Christmas almost done
I’m emailing Ian again; I’ll have
To call him when I’ve done all my work stuff
Well, that didn’t take long. Reach for the phone
And have a long chat with that man Ian
Because to fill this empty day is tough
Without some chat to fill it up; someone
For company, though in a far-off town
Tue 29 December
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
1117 - Thoughts as I prepare to leave the office on a sunny Friday afternoon
It's looking nice out there through the window
The sun is shining, but won't be for long
And when I've written this, I'll up and go
Home, via the shops. Would a beer be wrong?
Need to doze off early, for there's a long
Long drive tomorrow, to Harrow and then
To Gillingham in Kent - yes, I'll be stung
For petrol costs, but if not now, then when
Will we visit that club? And I will send
Louis to his rented room in Harrow
Start of his second year, film production
It's really quite naughty of me to spend
When my hols are coming up. His fault, though -
There's buses that the lad could have got on...
Fri 25 Sept
The sun is shining, but won't be for long
And when I've written this, I'll up and go
Home, via the shops. Would a beer be wrong?
Need to doze off early, for there's a long
Long drive tomorrow, to Harrow and then
To Gillingham in Kent - yes, I'll be stung
For petrol costs, but if not now, then when
Will we visit that club? And I will send
Louis to his rented room in Harrow
Start of his second year, film production
It's really quite naughty of me to spend
When my hols are coming up. His fault, though -
There's buses that the lad could have got on...
Fri 25 Sept
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