The LampshadeA Poem by Marianne RoseRemembering bad budget years. . .
[Professional College Attire & Tools:
* size 13 shoes * prizes in a pink furry box * assorted loud hats * 2 foam bats * bathrobes & slippers * a toy bicycle horn * a white lampshade, size medium] Morale was low; desperate times call for ludicrous acts. Loaded down with the tools of the trade I flopped into the elevator like Flipper's friend, slapping the carpet with loose clown shoes, honking at a Dean or two. Into the office dungeon I plowed With a cheerful "good morning!" - WAY TOO LOUD I didn't ask- I passed out the hats. Front desk workers giggled on incoming calls, donned with bathrobes, slippers, clashing hats, they let slip a few guffaws. This brought the back office out of their caves. They lightened up . . . but not nearly enough. Not with impending doom budget cuts. The donuts got stuffed into mouths of shock, the furry box presents earned a group "aaaawwww!" I coaxed two shy staff to duel with the bats and honked it time to: ALL SWITCH HATS! By now the boss was resigned to the fun, still standing hatless, surveying the scene Pandemonium, gasp, what if the Dean . . . The lampshade had a clip with a simple command: "Put this on if you haven't laughed yet. Then walk around like there's nothing wrong." I crowned the boss, she played along until she laughed and put my shoes on. The donuts were eaten, the tools all went home. I kept the shoes in my office a while to slip them on when I needed a smile. But the lampshade stayed til the budget got passed. (It's still in my closet if you ever need a laugh . . . ) © 2016 Marianne RoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMarianne RoseSanta Rosa, CAAboutRecently retired from a Community College as an Employment Advisor and Program Developer - such inspiring, hopeful work. The dreams and hopes born out of loss and confusion stimulate the writer in me... more..Writing
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