Energised by new instructions I jump
up and run from the office wearing
long black hose without toes, my boss,
her eyes glowing, chances upon me,
Came her ominous declaration, ‘You
look like you are going to the gym’. I knew
it was not appropriate and as quick
as lightning changed
She comes to my office, I see her eyes
spying for the offensive hose – but I am
wearing conservative black leggings,
she looks non-plussed
Everything black but wrongness gone,
my colleague looking me up and down
seeking the dilemma conveyed as
a complaint
Finding nothing wrong she leaves
perplexed and I gloat…
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