Plan A Poem by Terry Collett

Plan A



I have
a review
meeting

with my
Line Manager
tomorrow;

winding her up
last week
now seems

like a bad idea.
I know how
the game

is played;
last night
I walked her

to her car
because,
she was afraid

of going
to the poorly lit
car park

on her own,
where
she'd left it.

If that
doesn't work
in my favour,

I'll go to
plan B
(Whatever
that is.)

Written by my late son Oliver Collett.(1984-2014)

Thursday, November 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: office
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