'Twas the Night Before Work

'Twas the night before work

And sat on the chair

Was an employee

Blow-drying her hair

She had to look good

For the following day

Standing by the till

Where customers pay.

Suddenly she remembered

She'd forgotten to clean

Two of the fridges

What could this mean?

And then came to mind

The grocery zone

Oh no what a pain

Would the manager moan?

She started to stress

As she blow-dried her hair

Would her colleagues complain

And say - "That's not fair!

You've left us to tidy, 

To clean and to stack

Just get a grip

Or you'll get the sack!"

Stress building up

She began to cry

As she thought of the muffins 

And sweet apple pie!

The broken wine bottles

The spilled whipping cream

She was feeling, oh feeling

That this was extreme!

She thought of the manager

What would she say

When she went in

The following day?

"Pull yourself together

Stop being a prat!

You know what to do!"

Would she give her a slap?

As she thought of the next day

She was so full of tension

Would her contract

Have an extension?

She was oh so worried

That she wanted to scream

But suddenly she woke up

It was only a dream!

© Carolyn Davison (written 27th March 2012)

Please note any M&S managers and colleagues - this poem does not refer to any of  you :)