I’m following the sage advice of the incomparable Doug Shaw and overcoming my fear of an artform that I find challenging at best, poetry. I’ll update this post as and when the muse takes me.
First up, three haiku:
Work, a waking dream
In cubicled entrapment.
Global access now.
Cursor describes lazy arcs.
A search. Still searching
Twitter, chorus call
To a window on a world.
And slightly less challenging, a couple of limericks:
There was a young man from HR,
Who managed his team from afar.
When review time fell due,
He knew just what to do,
And used feedback to help raise the bar.
There was a young workplace consultant,
Who’s flexible working was constant.
His boss got the hump,
Was a bit of a chump,
And now he’s been made redundant.