Hang Dog

On Monday morning bright and early

A new traffic lady, I’ll her Shirley

Which is not her real name

I wouldn’t like to name and shame

By Wednesday afternoon she

had endeared herself to few

She yelled across the studio “Hey you!”

When at last someone yelled back

Her veneer summarily began to crack

On Thursday morning in our email box

We found a missive full of shocks

Shirley went AWOL or MIA

Wednesday was her very last day

The consequences have been dire

She’s left her teams deep in the mire

They’ve spent the week immersed in Facebook

Without any work at which to look

However, and here’s comes the thing

She never told them anything

Now there they sit on a giant backlog

With faces well described as hangdog

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I write because I have to. It is a compulsion. I do it to vent, to laugh and to remember. I blog because it has been so long since I had to write with a pen that my hand would go into cramp if I tried to write a journal.

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