Crest Of A Wave [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Lurched into the office with my right-arm wound
covered in gentian violet & an inflamed left ear -
my incredibly efficient colleague looked up with
an ice-cold stare disapproving my poor slinking
being & ashamed of arriving as a creepy crawly
I cringed at my desk - until Hanlie arrived with a

Sunshine greeting offering me a miniature rose
in a silver glitter container - gesticulating wildly I
explained my lurching and slinking encouraged
by Hanlie's approving chuckles - and thus I felt
absolved from those dark feelings of impending
doom precipitated by our superior high-brow

Iceberg colleague's disdain shooting piercing
shards into my heart; suddenly there was Alet
limping with bursitis and we joked about each
other until we were shrieking in merriment like
2 banshees having Spike-Milliganesque fun or
watching old Carry-On slap-stick comedies

This hilarity called forth my most optimistic
and enthusiastic alternate self until Dark-Me
was buried under layers of vaudeville riding
the crest of a wave of triumphant burlesque
unstoppable - only until we had to face my
sub-zero Darth Vader colleague again…