Admin appreciation poem

"Let us all hold hands.
 
As an Accountant
I can tell you
That the value proposition
Is insane:
 
There is a free lunch
Here
But the food is so good
I encourage you to pay!
 
Never take for granted
This safe
Well-lighted place
For us to bear our souls
 
And its unnamed
Caretaker
Fulfilling both the largest
And the smallest roles,
 
Dedicated mistress
Of this web we weave,
In the shadows
Where she keeps it real
 
Watching with gentle
(Not Big Brother) eyes,
A little excited perhaps
To serve us this meal.
 
Admin."

This is just a piece of daft doggerel I wrote for my own amusment.

Seven o’clock Sunday morning
Mum and daddy’s plight
Little menace three years old
Kept them up half the night
At last says Mummy he’s asleep
Now time for some respite

She’s bouncing up and down on him
And really in full throe
The little bugger marches in
And he wants to know
What are you doing to daddy mummy?
Why are you jumping on his tummy?

Well says mummy daddy’s fat
So I am bouncing to make sure
That his tummy stays real flat
And bouncing is the cure

The little boy laughs with joy
You’ll never do it Mummy
He laughs ‘til he’s hysterical
She asks him why it’s funny
Well every time you go to work
Daddy plays a game
He lets the lady from next door
Blow him up again!

 
so i do,
for the warm and the dry
satiety and hunger
and for here
where i am some sort of free

you let me be who i am:
cruel and cold and hurting
a born liar, always scared
firmly on the edge
of any feeling

always ripping myself open just for spite
to scream and hate and ruin
but still so innocent

so unaware



you led me to find my strengths
and love my failings
you levelled your threats to my ego
messaged me at midnight
sweet nothings
bitter somethings


how i hated to say the wrong thing
i hated you to not consider me worthy
a barbed wire bundle of potential
ready to kick this bitch out of the park
and then set it on fucking fire

too good for you but not there yet;
talented but not trying
watchful but not observant

of life or its rules and regulations

and i'm grateful

and my fear is almost gone

and i hope as you look at me
you see me
and see that the good there
is something you made

Deep Underground
In a labyrinth of mystic rhythmic
Dwells a Webmistress
Whose powers are unique
A snap of her fingers
Angels sing of erotic romance
A click of her heals
Demons perversely wickedly dance
Who is this High Priestess of poetry?
What is her side of the story?
Oh, guardian of poetry pure
Revealing only your eyes that allure
What I wouldn’t give to know
Of your passionate odyssey untold

“Joan Baez, is that you,
Of whom I’m speaking too? “

Just a guess!

The door opened and a big fluffy dice jumped out    
And said trust me all, and rolled around the floor      
I am one it said but if I change my mind I'll shout      
The monsoon has brought the snakes out of their lair      
      
Ivy grew so fast and blocked the exit cave      
Just ahead a was a long ladder made out of wood      
And dice said do not be timid we must be brave      
For the boa constrictors are up to no good      
     
For we must climb up to the top      
Our first quest is not to slip or drop      
Trolls with slimy fingers green poke out your eyes      
With poisonous pet frogs in cages by their side      
     
They picked up dice who now was six      
We must sing a climbing song      
    "scratch your head      
    poke out your tongue      
   climb that ladder rung by rung      
   the rain it tastes like lemonade      
   some squares you must avold      
   to step wrong and then you slide"      
     
   The top of the canopy new adventure starts      
   They got there by the shortest route      
   The dice changed to  the ace of hearts      
   Down the slide chased by a great big ball      
          
Do what you want in that  games console    
Jump into the deep just don't push delete  
You are the theme and passion the prize  
Stardust for minds to depths realised

He sat in his shed and wrote as a child
To worlds that only he had contrived