a cross between
a crocodile and a washing machine
a cross between
a poorly snowman and a pot of cream
a cross between
a flamboyant preacher and a magazine
a cross between
an athlete and a runner bean
a cross between
a walrus and a beauty queen
a cross between
a sleeping sloth and a figurine
a cross between
a peculiar day and a funny dream
a cross between
the Hulk with jaundice and a sickly green
a cross between
doctor’s receptionists and a rugby team
Categories:
receptionists, fun, funny, humorous, imagery,
Form: Light Verse
She wanted to be an exotic dancer, but she was a receptionist.
Other receptionists wanted to be an admin assistant.
She was not one of those; she wanted a stripper pole.
She was envisioning herself in a sparkly tutu, sans ruffle.
Her boss had apparently asked her something a couple of times.
She looked at her prissy face wearing its prissy clothes.
This office was ugly; she fit in well. She was ridiculously demanding
Sure, she agreed. She always agreed. She needed this ugly job.
If exotic dancing did not work out, she would be a gypsy wagon designer.
She loved them, and she had the wardrobe for it at her house.
Not here where she had to wear a confining jail sentence of a suit.
And heels which she despised. But it brought in the potato chip money.
The boss was calling her again. Did she expect her to go in there?
She sighed.
Same old routine.
Call and I come.
Categories:
receptionists, jobs,
Form: Prose Poetry
March 17th 2020
Somber St Patrick’s Day
No parade; I am in doctor’s office
No restaurants
No bars
No congregating
Waiting room chairs are facing the wall
Only a few left out for you to sit in
Several chairs separate the guests
Receptionists are wearing blue gloves
Pretending things are normal
I make a joke; no one laughs
Doctor’s office is seriously serious
A masked face meets me before I reach clinic's front door
Made sure I was a patient before allowing me to enter
Corona Virus pandemic
Has changed everything
More stark, more deadly, colder and harder
The most at risk are the elderly
Especially those with Type A blood.
Of course mine is Type A and I am terrified.
Categories:
receptionists, age,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Give your wife to heaven
Give your children to heaven
Then go last of all
A good team of receptionists they’ll be
They’ll open gates of heaven for you
Categories:
receptionists, happiness, heaven, irony,
Form: Free verse
Are you ready?
will made and signed
debts paid and closed
charity to poor done
broken promises fulfilled
family investments done
Are you ready?
have you repented?
Are family, friends prepared
are you set for the great departure
Do you know it is without warning?
Accountants are ready
auditors have calculators
choir ready with welcome hymn
supervisors ready with report
receptionists at the door
Are you ready for the big departure?
check again, reflect on your life
Categories:
receptionists, allusion, death, heaven,
Form: Free verse
My
Doctors'
surgery could
do with some music.
And some decent lighting.
And better looking receptionists.
And possibly a dancing pole in the middle.
Oh and a Buffet.
Categories:
receptionists, funny, health,
Form: Free verse
you can't have a security company without having security guards
for it's those dedicated men and women who are the company's heart
how many vice presidents do you need who only sit in meetings?
how many receptionists are required to answer the phones and give greetings?
how is that the secretaries get a paid vacation every years?
but the security officers only get the blood, the sweat and the tears
divaism, nepotism and favoritism are the current trends
it's not about how well you do your job but who are your friends
bump schedules, no sick days and no paid lunch hours
it's time for us to unite and start exercising our power
we need to come together in cohesiveness
and show them that we won't settle for anything less
to be treated with respect, to be treated like human beings
for the company to show some empathy and not the disdain we keep seeing
we're not asking for a lot, we just want our fair share
for you can't have a security company without the security guards being there
Categories:
receptionists, angst, business, inspirational, political,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Twenty-six doctors
At my door (I gotta get rid of this darn door!!!!)
With twenty-six diagnosis,
And then, twenty-six more...
Twenty-six pills
For twenty-six ills,
My voice startin' to change,
I sound like Beverly Sills!
Think I'm more likely
To survive twenty six diseases,
Than twenty six prescriptions,
Bringing twenty-six sneezes...
Twenty six Dr. visits,
Each month alone,
Twenty six Doctors,
Twenty-six receptionists,
On twenty-six a phone...
Twenty-six things
He tells me,
Which I forget
In twenty-six seconds,
Twenty-six different
Medical futures,
It seems, beckons
Oh, I'm tired of this number thing,
How many numbers are there?
Must I continue till nobody does care?
Well, better yet, let me see,
If twenty-six beers,
Will be enough for me!
Categories:
receptionists, confusion, funny, health,
Form: Burlesque