Pole-Dancing Hat Stands (Rev.) 08.09.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Chuck Bartovsky should make a movie in
our open-plan office, descending to redo
our kinky computer system, posing as
Wendelin Wiedeking with an evil
grin, then swinging down on
the end of a rope

Driving off in a fast Porsche, I shall be
a CIA spy letting him into the building
wearing a red T-shirt with refresher
towels sticking out at the sides, an
eccentric character à la Agatha
Christie - how’s that

The beginning of a new series
where our pole-dancing hat
stands, toxic air-cons and
medieval-shield footrests
can be showcased
to advantage