Those Knowing The Drill [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The question is - can a yodeller be a government
employee, a troubadour in the ranks, on the stairs,
in the open-plan office - combating noisy auxiliary
personnel conversation? And the answer is - yes,

me - I'm that yodelling troubadour who practices
on the stairs, sings in an open-plan office, throws
caution to the wind & matches rising noise levels
with a rendition of 'Yo-de-le-di-da-dil-dee' - plus

the hiccupping that's part of its charm, or its lack;
they can film the National Language Service with
confidence as we're noisy, happy & dedicated to
deliver hi-quality, correct, checked & researched

work merged with proven texts for Government
Departments - our loud discussions of weddings
disrupted by 3-year-old toddlers and my beloved
being unloving without intent and the dire lack of

three quotations for a sworn Chinese document
ought to be as interesting as nonsense I see on
sitcoms, no fear of boredom or repetition, we're
original enough in complaints about half-yearly

assessments when we've been given but three
documents to translate, it will keep audiences
fascinated - so, let me stop right here, this will
bore quite a few I think - especially

those knowing the drill…

[10 October 2014]