Light Drollery

The staff lounge had a posted sign Hung prominently, by design. It said, addressed to you and me, “This room is for light drollery.” I did a double-take and laughed And wondered if I’d get the shaft Or what reproof they might just levy If my drollery got heavy. Shakespeare would feel right at home, Perhaps to rest or write a poem, In such a place where to amuse Too much is one of its taboos.