I came in today
to find I had
a brand new chair
(compensation
for this new
'OFFICE') .
The lengths people
will go to try
and keep me happy.
I even noticed
that some
of the women
are wearing uniforms,
not sure
what that's
all about,
but how can
the (old) office
compete with that?
Anyway,
back to the chair,
you'll never guess
what colour it is:
BLUE.
Like everything else
around here it's blue.
The doors,
the carpets,
the notice boards
all blue;
obviously
they're not all
in the same shade,
people would think
they had obsessive
compulsive disorder.
If you ask me
I think that secretly
they're all Smurfs
biding their time,
& when
the opportunity arises,
they're going
to invade the town
whilst singing
Eiffel 65's
number one hit
from the late 90s-
Blue(da ba dee da ba die) .
So run,
save yourselves
before it's too late,
only take
the essentials
with you
(TV & remote
for the lads,
its probably
a good idea
to hire a van
in advance
for the girls' stuff) ,
go run
there may not
be much
time left.
Written by my late son, Oliver.(1984-2014) (C)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem