Who would have thought

It is no more.

Who would have thought

It is gone half past four.

I dilly and dally

To the days end,

But then I rally

Just one more will I send.

I am frantic and rushed

One more must I do.

I am pushed, I am pushed

So much to get through.

I sit and fold

Till my fingers ache.

One more I am told

I think I will break.

The phone is ringing

Oh what now, I think,

And more they are bringing

I think I will sink.

I lick and stick

And fold them in two.

I will be sick

If more I must do.

Who would have thought

So hard I strive.

Who would have thought

It is gone half past five.

To and fro

Until I am dead.

Time to go

Enough said.

Poetry By Various Contributors

Vicki Virago

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