Her Golden Aura Poem by Margaret Alice Second

When I retire, says colleague Hanlie, I shall
read American history, I replied, Remember
the free offer Learn How To Read Torah In
Hebrew to use my free-time – it’s changed

To a Free Trial and 29% off for the course -
Beware, Hanlie cautioned, they will catch you
in the end - then I remind; BUT you must read
Pratchett’s Discworld series when retired,

Imagine “Good Omens” Adam multiplied to
Captain Carrot, Angua, Tiffany, and brilliant
Death – I can’t, Hanlie replied, It pains my
realistic side when fantasy strays too far

From reality, though I like Death talking in
capitals – At least try “Soul Music” where
Death called Beau Nidle joins the French
Foreign League presented as a Klatchian

League, it’d appeal to your wicked sense
of humour, also “Thief Of Time” where my
guru Lobsang Rampa appears as Newgate
Ludd & turns prayer-wheel cylinders

To pick up time lost in classes to regenerate
the universe; everything in Sir PTerry books
is parody & satire, especially where he takes
on poetry, pointing out nobody minds a poet

Praising daffodils or Young Maidens Dancing In
May - as long as they need not read it; Susan,
a Goth Mary Poppins, blanks it out by reading
a book about Parody, Romanticism being the

Stepchild of all realistic translators, you’ll love
the serious Death and Susan - both eschew
everything to do with feelings, yet can’t help
themselves doing good; Hanlie just laughed -

Leaving the office to inadvertently do good,
sharing her cheer & sunshine smile with
everyone, her sunbeam soul causing her
golden aura to glow…