Promotion
I wanted to be a rich girl
In my posh executive suit
But then a little person
Made my life change route.
Posh make up replaced with eye bags
A bulge replacing my waist
The fear of getting through bed time
Worse than any meeting Id faced.
Rats tails Instead of a style
My nails not polished and posh
I think there was a good few days
I’d even forgotten to wash.
You think deadlines are scary
My friend you haven’t known fear
Til your child is standing, their nappy is gone
And theyre smiling from ear to ear.
Don’t ask about my nice year ‘off’
I can assure you that my leave
Was hard enough to make a stint
In prison sound like a breeze.
So while the brand new office girl
Smugly pities me
Lets take a short reflection
To view my new CV…
I am a master multi tasker
No job too small or big
You’ll never know what patience is
Til you’ve watched EVERY Peppa Pig.
Deadline shmedline I’m not phased
Reports don’t bring me sorrow
I’ve had that dreaded letter
‘He must be Superman tomorrow’.
So you want creative do you?
I must think outside the box?
The **** I’ve made with cards and glue
While we were sitting out the pox.
I’m a motivational speaker
I pull solutions from the hat
I can engage an entire crowd
With the attention of a gnat.
I work straight through, I don’t take breaks
And I don’t charge double time
I adapt to situations
All the freaking time.
But I am stronger than ever and wiser
And for that I will never be glum
No career move can ever be greater
Than being promoted to ‘Mum’.
Copyright © Hayley Garland | Year Posted 2015
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