Today's little poem is all about Kirst
Of bad things to happen, this is probably the worst
On a wet and cold morning at the start of the week
She discovered her lovely, warm boots had a leak.
By the time she had got into work she could tell
That rain had seeped in and all was not well
Her socks were so wet they could do with a wringing,
her feet almost numb though her toes were a tingling
She draped her damp socks on the brass shop door handle
Then spied the display of mixed scented candle...
An idea started forming, and gladdened her heart
She reached for her favourite Yankee wax tart
And selected a tea light – a match then was struck
She pinched a display stand and wished for some luck
The socks were draped over and started to steam
The yankee aroma was a bit “off” it seemed
A customer entered, sniffing the air
The smell of wet socks over powered her there
She dropped where she stood, “get smelling salts quick”
get rid of those socks and snuff out the wick.”
So poor old Kirst was back where she started
Her feet were still cold and oh how they smarted
In great desperation to Blunts she absconded
She told of her plight and with staff she soon bonded
Shoes and fine boots were spread out for her choice
Till she found just the thing, Oh how she rejoiced.
Returning to work with her problem resolved
The staff fell apart and with laughter dissolved
She wore on her feet bright pink slippers with fur
Her boss shouted out, “I agree, I concur,
From now on my staff shall wear slippers or mules
Throw away your smart aprons, I'm changing the rules
Pajamas are in, with a dressing gown too
And that's why the Bentley's staff dress as they do!”
Karen Holmes
8 November 2010
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