Upside Down in the Sink

 

Once again this week, I espied a wonderful notice,

this time in a Stockport café

which was an absolute delight to read….

It was along these lines (more or less as it was written):

 

“All staff to rinse out tea pots

and stand upside-down in the sink”

 

Well! A poem begging to be written

and here it is:

 

 

When I’m upside-down in the sink

Who’ll deliver our meal deals with drink?

 

That wasn’t in my job description

So would it be job dereliction

If I did a bit of a cartwheel instead

Once I’m quite sure everyone has been fed?

 

This is not act of sedition –

But with your very kind permission,

I will obey, on one condition:

 

Work skirt discarded; a new me

Most certainly shall trousered be

 

Oh Lord! – preserve my modesty…