Mr Cool and Collected
What is his secret? They asked me.
I had no idea.
He was an anomaly to me.
I had worked with him for years
Nothing ruffled him
He never got excited
He drank out of a red plaid thermos.
With tiny specks of yellow.
Had for over ten years.
What’s in the thermos? They asked me.
We plotted and planned.
I stole it after lunch on Tuesday.
Ice I told them. Just plain ice.
No wonder he is so cool,
he has ice in his veins.
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