Take Me To Your Leader
'Take me to your leader! '
The new recruit cried
She was forty stone and six feet high
She had just arrived on 'PLANET WORK'
She was met at the gate by a slob called BURK!
He was four foot five and incredibly shy
He gave an indolent half witted sigh,
And then he spoke, one word,
'Why? '
He was in the middle of demolishing a large meat pie
That stood on his plate at, just under two foot high
The new recruit began to cry
'Take me to your leader!
Burk, who was once 'GREAT BIRK, ' but now had only a 'walk on part'
Took his time his mouth have full
Spluttered 'Why? ' again, and choking looked pale and ill
The new recruit who tapped him hard on the back to release the obstruction and avoid getting the sack
Looked back, 'I need to know, which way to go, ' I am new you see
flown in from Eden,
And with that she started pleadin, 'Take me to your leader now, it's getting late'
And when Burke had eaten half a cake he stopped quite dead, then said,
Looking at the clock,
'Which one? '
An then an iternary began of every living woman and man,
From head of the cuboard supplies
To a head cleaner called Dan
And some belonged to a secret clan,
That claimed to be Masonic
They wore there clothes back to front with one sock down,
And lived on 'Gin and Tonic'
There was also a leader in charge of the 'Files' marked X
Who seldom smiled and went by the name of 'Mr Giles'
Then there was head of the porters who was divorced with one daughter
And a strange little man called Harry Hun
Who like to get his toast well done,
He did alot of laying about, casting the 'work ethic into doubt'
But shouted his orders for sweet currant buns, at four
He did little work and not much more
Then finally there was Kitty Crotchet in charge of the typists
'But you betta watch it! she's a stickler for time and if you're late,
Well wait, I see your letter summons you to room 42
That's Mrs Hatchet she's head of toiletries and loos
'No! read again it's room 101, '
Burk looked blank then wryly smiled,
That head of all heads and deputies, and sub leaders, plus understudy
That's Paddy Shanks, ex fraudster and Head of Finance'
'No look again, it says, number 1'
Oh Burk sighed ' H.R, that's all things human
Not much fun!
And in a flash the lazy Burk had gone
Leaving the recruit quietly tapping on the door of H.R
But the reply was automatic
'This is the voicemail of Mrs Robotics Iam not in I am am somewhere
out of office'
And with that the recruit now suddenly free went of to meet Mrs Char
'Head of TEA'
poem by Yvette Smith
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