Office Friendships -- Gavin Ewart

Guest poem submitted by Vikram Doctor, as part of his
theme "Poems at Work":

(Poem #540) Office Friendships Eve is madly in love with Hugh And Hugh is keen on Jim. Charles is in love with very few And few are in love with him. Myra sits typing notes of love With romantic pianist's fingers. Dick turns his eyes to the heavens above Where Fran's divine perfume lingers. Nicky is rolling eyes and tits And flaunting her wiggly walk Everybody is thrilled to bits By Clive's suggestive talk. Sex suppressed will go berserk, But it keeps us all alive. It's a wonderful change from wives and work. And it ends at half past five. -- Gavin Ewart

I love Ewart, he's always fun and cool. And offices _are_ sort of cruisy places,
especially given the amount of time we spend in them these days, and the modern
management emphasis on how we all have to be close and one big family. So we all
spend this much time together, and it's hardly surprising then that our thoughts
turn towards incest... with the predictably disastrous consequences.

It's also why, I think, that all offices I've been in are obsessed with food.
Everyone is always eating, offering food around, going out for lunches,
comparing lunchboxes. Since you can't have the one kind of sensory
gratification, you overdo the other.

Vikram.