Great fun when imitating accents for the
security guard, he laughed delightedly,
my Beryl accent is brilliant
Hermien wanted change, wandered the
building finding her some, found Corney’s
work station on floor one
Adorned with models of African huts, giraffes,
flower pots, kids’ drawings, my eyes
opened wide, we had been told
No decorations would be tolerated, but all
the rules have been broken; we eat at our
tables as our “pause area”
Still has no chairs, we boil kettles for coffee
and tea as our kitchen is under construction,
now I’m planning on sneaking
My mermaids into our sacred work station, thank
you Corney for all the insight, rules were made
to be broken, we can do anything
The only function of rules is to make life
more Interesting!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem