Another one of me poems, sorry Pam

I must be driving them mad at work since the poetry bug bit my bum
My river of creativity has burst its banks its flood defences overcome
I shout “I’ve got another one of me poems” sending them diving for cover
I pin them down with my poetry it take some days others weeks to recover

A complaint was sent to my boss who hauled me into his office one morning
He said, “ Stop bringing in this poetry” and he gave me a verbal warning
So I fixed him with my ‘Paddington’ stare, he changed colour on his nose
When I hits ‘im squarely between the eyes with one of me poems, in ‘Pro’s’

I’d enjoyed working at that office, cos after that incident I got transferred
You see the boss had become unbalanced so to a hospital she was referred!
A huge party my friends gave me before I left, with only room on the stairs
“You learn how to write poems”, they said, gave me a book by Pam Ayres!

© By Philip Golding
19.01.2007