by the NMMC resident poet
Would YOU like to be the Director?
the Master of all you survey,
controlling our business with firmness,
all the things that occur every day.
An Executive Office to sit in,
a computer & telephones too,
plus someone to answer & work them,
for that task is well beneath you.
A snap of the fingers for coffee,
(and probably biscuits beside).
A cup AND a saucer (best china)
before you can venture outside.
A stroll though the Galleries taken,
just to let the team know you are here,
then it’s off down the Square to a Meeting,
where, when or what is not clear.
On a warm sunny day in the summer,
you can take out a boat for a sail;
relax in the breeze round the Harbour
(after all, “Aileen” did need a bail!)
Do you fancy the pomp & the splendour?
always being called “Sir” (to your face!!)
and anyone taking advantage
would have to be put in their place!
A Uniform would look much better,
Brass buttons with a scrambled-egg hat;
just imagine the tourists’ reactions
when they took home a picture of that!!
The position has not been vacated,
but don’t be put off by such things;
I’m sure the Trustees will be grateful
to know there’s a “spare” in the wings!!
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The Director replies:
The poet whose verses we cherish
To Tidal Zone off he must go.
Let's hope in the dark he don't perish
From his punishment posting below.
I'd be happy to give up the splendour,
The coffee & biscuits beside.
I'd like to be out in the harbour
I'd much rather not be inside.
The uniform really don't suit me,
The meetings are never much fun.
I'd much rather be out on the sea
In a fresh morning breeze with some sun.
On the pontoon my little boat's waiting,
She simply needs mast and some sails;
So off with her anchor a-weighing
I'm off to find favourable gales.
P.S. Your P45 is in the post!
