A Counsel House
A counsel house
12.45pm
Head Office?
It's in Dover,
Well that's depressing in itself!
Smiley faces and OMG's to the fore.
A clinical appearance in reception,
Is that depressing in its own way?
Clinical I mean.
Women move about,
Black and white;
A grey area perhaps?
Fifteen minutes early
Old school values of course are
Never too late.
Time for a hygiene check,
Prostrated naturally
Two flights up.
Thank goodness I'm upwardly mobile!
Sitting in a tight corner gives optimum insight,
Tendrils of cuppa-soup invade my senses.
"Tea or coffee?"
Politely refused whist I consider up-chucking.
Mushroom and croûtons have that affect
While waiting on counsel at lunchtime.
As in the garden of Eden, Adam,
The first man I've seen,
Clipboard and sandwiches in hand
Heads for the exit.
Down-town for lunch with Eve perchance!
More smiley faces and OMG's galore.
Old school values shiver.
A strange world to work in.
Magnolia prevails,
The heavens are white above
Whilst Edwardian Ogee draws a line
On a stone grey bottom.
Somehow time has stood still.
The silent office clock strikes one,
So my Gucci is four minutes fast
Typical of the Italians,
Over wound and highly sprung.
An invitation from Linda
Who looks human, serene,
To follow her down to the basement.
Passing the 'Blue Room',
Fenshui driven?
Hai!
I see the signs to "Mind your Head!"
So, body a-limbo, it's all down hill
To a mediaeval chamber where who knows
What torture awaits?
Copyright © Tim Riding | Year Posted 2020
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