I got myself a nice little job

Back in the office again,

No more bakers for me,

I find my way to London.

 

I am getting off the bus,

I walk ahead and turn right,

It’s somewhere around here,

However, I can’t find it.

 

It’s only my second day here,

I found it alright yesterday.

People mill all about me,

If only I could ask someone.

 

But I don’t recall their name.

Then I notice a young man

Hovering around close by me,

I feel uncomfortable at first.

 

So he tells me not to worry,

Says I look lost and he knows

Where it is that I work

And gives me detailed directions.

 

I ask him the name of the firm

Where he thinks I work

And when he tells me I recognise

The name and know he’s right.

 

So off I go trying to concentrate,

But still don’t recognise my firm.

And can’t believe I’ve forgotten

Their blooming name again!

 

It could be the building before me,

I enter and walk up to a woman

Sitting behind a serving hatch,

Expecting her to be a receptionist.

 

She asks what I want for breakfast,

From a strangely limited selection,

I go for fish fingers and apple crumble,

But they are on the same plate!

 

I sit at a table further into the hall

With some of the workforce

And eat the two foods together

Even though they do not mix well.

 

Then I see scampi has appeared

On my plate, how did that happen?

The guy next to me leans across

And says he’d like some scampi.

 

Ok, I reply, saying he’s welcome,

But when I look back at my plate,

Piles of ham are now on it.

“Have this too, I don’t eat meat!”

 

Soon people are disappearing,

Off to their jobs they go.

I feel uneasy, this may not be

The firm I’m supposed to be at.

 

A young woman comes to the table,

I ask her the name of this firm,

Sure enough I don’t recognise it,

And by now I am so very late!

 

Oh dear, now what am I to do?

Just as I’m worrying, I wake up,

I’m in bed and remember that I

Retired, no more work for me!