Of a farewell

During the long hours of the day
In an amicable, amenable, amiable way
A personal assistant laboured to lay
No end of notes, memos, comments on a tray.
Now however the time has dawned to pay
E’en in the merry month of May
My kindest regards, respects, or, – hey
Are we saying she’s going and now not to stay?
Remember her words without any delay.
Clarifying her meaning, it’s never gray.
How then to speak of this bright ray:
An ember of brightness hidden in clay?
Not only that, but we are bound to say
To Dianne, for the best we hope – olé.

Jaded walls

Jaded walls coming into view
Energetically rising over
An empty void with silver touch
Nuances of the days before we left
When urgent Notes burst into view
Exactingly entered calling over
By silent Word with easy touch
Before Abacical beads were bereft
Justly they wept for in long ago days
Who but Jean Webb knew the way through the maze?

Words of farewell

 
 
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who

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 Preparing himself to
Address the crew
Unusual querists
Like to call through,

Caring to help them
Like every good man
In a trice with a shift,
Now control, then oftèn,

Touches the heart as
One only can, who has
Now declared a day
To begin a new plan.

RG

Relevant and
Assuaging
Charming and
Helpful as
Every one should
Loudly praise her name,
   For Gilham
Readily
All who come,
Considerate
Heraculum.
Extol her,
Listlessly transport her,
For her name!

Words of rebuke

Nothing to do

Well Moffatt, It is obvious
You haven’t much to do
If you have time to sit and write
A ditty, straight out of the blue

Now Sam, she had her reasons
Argue as you might
To give us all a ticking off
(and with it, quite a fright!)
For it really is quite horrid
When expecting packs galore
To open up the cupboard doors
And find we need some more

So show some consideration
Next time you need a pack
Don’t take the last one on the shelf
Or you’ll be sure to get a whack
© Jane E Crooke 1998

Inspired by a cause of rebuke

A cause of rebuke

How much Sam was hassled
When she dug in the cupboard
To fetch out a demo pack;
For when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
So tcs suffered the lack.

She took a clean sheet
To print some more out;
But on the repeat
The toner ran out.

The Potter made a curtsey,
The Brazier made a bow;
The Kenny said, “You’re joking!”
The Duncumb said, “Now now!”

A fitting response was received in a word of rebuke