It Is Bliss When Others Miss Your Kiss
I really like my new workplace, with its people, desks, computers, colour copiers and stuff, and so in honour of National Poetry Day today, I’m dedicating this little ditty to my new office…
Starting a job is sometimes a worry,
Is this dress right? Do I smell of curry?
It’s a bit like your first day at school,
Will they hate me? Will I be cool?
Seating arrangements are unknown,
Will I be allowed to text on my phone?
But writing all day is not to be scoffed at,
And though I think my new workmates are PHAT,
Maybe I should get a cat. And a hat.
I hope that they like me too,
And now I must go and do a…
poetry course or something.
Go on, write a lovely poem too for National Poetry Day. Let’s all celebrate and make a complete diabolical hash of this wonderful genre.
The main pain about McCain is his refrain to attain a sane brain.
