Glad About Grey Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Glad about grey clothes to resemble Susan,
Death’s granddaughter-governess à la Mary
Poppins, an office in which to sit on a high
chair to keep my back straight

A fan to stir the oxygen-free air while the air-
con is broken, lovely books I brought to the
office to combat Not-Fully-Effective traits
when I cannot concentrate

French course starting this afternoon, though
scared of what endurance required to wade
through ice-cold rules, stifling tables & killer
facts; driving there will be fun

Enjoyed a meal at the local eatery with only
one metal piece in the food, I suppose from
washing, meaning the cutlery is clean, so
it’s a mercy of course

Drops for infection in ears and fizzy drink
fighting germs, after the class I can hurry
home to seek solace in stories about
happy people and dreams

The only thing to lament is inability to take
charge of my mind to bend it to become
Fully-Effective and thus prevent it from
growing Totally Dysfunctional

I am glad I am here, I could never dig a
garden and drive a lorry while smoking
out criminals like my twin sis!