Robert was rigid,

the rule book his ruler.

Relations with clients

were sometimes strained.

They didn't know

his panties were pretty

Lacy and small

so tight on his dickie.

His pinstripes were perfect,

his tie straight and trim.

No one would think

of challenging him,

but on Saturday he was Sally.

Robert was cross

when staff were too sloppy.

He could be stern

and terribly stroppy.

They didn't know

his toenails were red

Inside shiny shoes

so perfectly polished.

But on Saturday he was Sally.

Saturday Sally was so

sweet and sexy.

She chatted and flirted

dancing so happily.

Everyone saw her

flowing blonde hair

bobbing above

a face painted gorgeously,

Stresses and tensions

were left with Robert.

Only on Monday

would he show his head.

Sally cared nothing

for Robert irascible.

Wishing only that

he could be dead.