This blog wont tell you how to lose some extra kilos, how to keep your professional life happy, how to make love to an alien, how to stop your hairfall and neither it would tell you how cryptic your life is. All you would get here are some lame ideas coming from a lame donkey.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
When will it strike 5 ?
When would it be 5 ?
I yawned while sending out a mail,
My work speed seems synonymous to snail.
A near flash on my screen, 'you've got mail'
It says,Sweets at me desk.. please help yourself.
My calorie meter is just about to explode,
I can read my manager's eyes, I could well forebode.
I can see few sharing gossips,
few competing with desktop screen...
And then I stare back to the taskbar watch and stare at the window,
Wonder, When would it be 5 ? sigh.....
I can well see a cappuccino turn icy,
I can see rejoices on the conference call,
I can see discussions for releases, few tense faces on the ground,
I can hear guitar ringing down my ears.
Here comes Aerosmith, dream on o'dear.
Thou shall be penalised someday, somewhere....
I turn back to the wall clock, its 5... is it a dream, is it a nap? No its 5 PM...Sharp
Hurray !! I pack my bags up and start down to walk...
I realize then and there loads of stare seem to stalk,
O'dear O'dear !!!You have just seen the Singapore Clock. sigh...
P.S. The ode is a true story of a poor soul on one of the Monday blues.
Re-written for an internal organization magazine :)