the guy who's doing the books
is forever following around
the guy who does the printing
who is following around the gal
who answers the telephone
to see what the deal is with her
because there just might be
something more than photos developing
between them in the darkroom
but the secretary, who is tall
and thin and looks like a model
understands the way things are
and is one smart cookie who knows
the owner is an even smarter one
who doesn't much like socializing
in the office so she tries
to act aloof around the printer
who is prone to play the fool for her
nevertheless, she's already taken
but can't make up her mind
if she wants to stay that way or not
because marriage ain't so hot to her
(but they don't that) and
everyone-except maybe the secretary
seems to be acting a little nervous
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem