Office Party


General mutterings of discontent fill my ears
'Another dismal office party'
Who cares? It was my choice.
Medieval banquet with buxom serving girls
Not a fork in sight, foaming tankards
These drones are so hard to please.
But I'm in seventh heaven,
As a rare steak slaps down
On the bench before me,
Oozing its vital moisture
Enveloping me in a juicy haven
And the blinkered collegues are forgotten
Like the lone Norway fir in Trafalgar square
On the 12th night of Christmas.


Richard Skelton