This poem was written for work. Our administration staff use to write short little dittys about doing your timesheets for the week. I thought I could “culture” them a little with some better poems. The hardest thing I find is trying to put some humour into them (find writing humour very difficult) and having a reference to do their timesheet. This was my first week’s attempt. Will post other ones soon.
Our seraphic maiden with black hair;
Resides over the entrance to our lair.
When cometh time for ales to down
First ensure you bow to her crown.
Her story is common to your ears;
An essential duty before Friday beers,
Yet some of you will mock her tell.
One poor chap tried, but foolishly fell
So the moral is simple to her tale
Heed the siren’s words, do not fail;
Fill in this form is all she’ll say.
To keep the peace, best you obey!