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
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poem by Yvette Smith
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