I wasn't able
to compete
in the office limbo
competition today,
maybe next time.
There were a few
of us around,
Friday afternoon,
unsupervised
we thought
we'd make
the most of it
before we're
relocated
to the dark side
& have to behave
like real
office employees.
Ivan brought
a couple of limbo sets,
with two vertical poles
on stands
that have
little markers
for when you lower
the horizontal pole.
At first it was just Ivan,
Harry & George,
who were surprisingly
limber & then
young Lenny
(more flexible
than a slinky)
came in
& blew
the competition away.
Written by my late son Oliver Collett.(1984-2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem