Reviewing documentation on a work day evening
With apologies to Robert Frost - and a colleague who shall remain nameless.
Whose work this is I think I know.
He hasn’t done a good job though.
He will not see me over here,
reading his drivel pure as snow.
The office cleaners think it queer
that I’m still working, though midnight’s near.
Between you and me - it’s late,
on the darkest night of the year.
I give my poor head a shake,
and wonder, “Why so many mistakes?”
The only other sound’s the sweep
of the vacuum cleaner’s swift intake.
Slumber beckons, long and deep,
but I have this job to keep,
And files to go before I sleep,
And files to go before I sleep.
