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Here is a pome, composed by me on 23 August 2005.
I sat in my office, my eyes on the door
And lazily dangled my feet o’er the floor
The typing was finished, no work left had I
But the evils of boredom poked me in the eye
How could I pass the long hours till five
When hospitals frown on those who jazz and jive?
Books were verboten, the TV forbid
Play games and the manager would blow his lid
With cries of relief I turned to the ‘puter
And hoped that my boredom would become much minuter
But alas, ‘lack and woe, our dear LJ was spurned
Into adult content all our posts had been turned!
A tragedy! Infamy! Calumny! Worse –
A blot so decisive, ‘twas almost a curse
I resorted to picking up paper and pen
And scribbling these verses, but o! what then?
I telephoned home and found X, R and K
Were all merrily larking and leaping at play
The Tweenies in Welsh? Would such fineness ever
Be heard echoing through these cold corridors clever?
I fear I must answer that question a negative
Less fortunate people there never did live
All stuck in their cubicles, typing away
And longing that someday they might come to play.
It isn’t yet two, and hours till five I must bridge
As I wait vainly for some work to enter my pidge
But then, ah the fun, all the japes, joys and laughs
As off we all wander to taste the Giraffe!
I sat in my office, my eyes on the door
And lazily dangled my feet o’er the floor
The typing was finished, no work left had I
But the evils of boredom poked me in the eye
How could I pass the long hours till five
When hospitals frown on those who jazz and jive?
Books were verboten, the TV forbid
Play games and the manager would blow his lid
With cries of relief I turned to the ‘puter
And hoped that my boredom would become much minuter
But alas, ‘lack and woe, our dear LJ was spurned
Into adult content all our posts had been turned!
A tragedy! Infamy! Calumny! Worse –
A blot so decisive, ‘twas almost a curse
I resorted to picking up paper and pen
And scribbling these verses, but o! what then?
I telephoned home and found X, R and K
Were all merrily larking and leaping at play
The Tweenies in Welsh? Would such fineness ever
Be heard echoing through these cold corridors clever?
I fear I must answer that question a negative
Less fortunate people there never did live
All stuck in their cubicles, typing away
And longing that someday they might come to play.
It isn’t yet two, and hours till five I must bridge
As I wait vainly for some work to enter my pidge
But then, ah the fun, all the japes, joys and laughs
As off we all wander to taste the Giraffe!
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Date: 2007-08-20 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 01:51 pm (UTC)So AS I was saying, what's good to eat at Giraffe? I know you go there fairly frequently, but I've not been before, and I think
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Date: 2007-08-20 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-20 02:18 pm (UTC)Oh, that was also the day we had to leap off the train in Richmond because they were checking tickets and you didn't have one. Lol.