When the branch manager
said he could do no more than care
about how his factory was polluting the air,
I thought he might be saying he was a soft bloke
who'd be happy if the branch broke.
Head office might have come to think so too,
and given him the sack,
soon after the first crack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, Enjoyed reading it. Voted 10.