The sun is shining brightly
as I walk across the Square,
a springy step & cheerful smile
no need to rush or tear.
In Front of House the Roster’s out
there’s FIVE names on the list;
My goodness, I could head back home,
(I doubt I would be missed)
The phone rings while I’m signing on,
the DM takes the call -
“We’re down to FOUR” he lets me know,
“He can’t come in at all”.
Before the doors are opened
someone else has phoned in sick,
only THREE to cover now,
(it’s getting on my wick!)
The sun’s now gone, it’s raining,
and the Visitors are queuing,
Oh bless my soul, a School as well,
that could be our undoing!!
Two yachts are “down” on Waterfront,
The Tower lift has stuck,
The liferaft has a puncture
and the pump won’t blow (or suck).
Is there time for an Espresso?
(and I need to use the loo)
Life can get quite traumatic
when one has so much to do.
But suddenly it’s half past one
(though no relief is here)
I’ll dump my radio downstairs,
sign off and disappear.
I’d hoped to have an easy shift,
so much for wishful thought!
What started as a happy day
has left me feeling fraught!!
The Museum poet - as though you had not guessed
