Midweek Recitation

the class of summer fifty five left to ply their business lives the office partners just two pens pencils nearly-new clerking the lowest of the low daily drudgery reality soon shone thru' down the cellar my steps did wend scuttle filled fires to tend the 'old man ' yelling 'ere lad chop chop get me baccy from t'corner shop wait-on tea-break brews' in a stew bellow the back-office crew one more task to get done for the partner's son another errand no time to chat he'd forgotten the fish for his wife's cat then the switchboard clicked the doorbell chimed skills to learn juggle prioritise which to choose to attend mail in the tray still to send whew! nearly five knock-off time in view just one task still to do fetch the 'boss's evening news was this really the career to choose