KRISP Magazine in the USA asked me if I could submit a poem, they asked for a poem about an interview. It has been published within the August edition..I Hope you enjoy it........

The Interview

Jump out of bed, bash my head on the door,

Trip over the dog asleep on the floor.

Climb in the shower, wind knob to HOT,

Squeeze out my ‘Shower-gel with Sweet Bergamot’

Slip on my suit, its chemical stench…

just back from the cleaners; I started to blench.

I run for my car, thoughts cramming my brain,

Clutching my Résumé, I’m feeling the strain.

I arrive at the venue, my palms seeping sweat,

then get booked in at reception by a buxom brunette.

The moment arrives I get called to ‘That Room’,

the one that I dream of that causes me gloom.

With slow steps forward, and head down on my chest,

I trip over the chair-leg, and on the desk came to rest.

Lifting my eyes from the polished old oak,

with vision impaired, I started to choke;

The top of my pen had gone straight down my throat,

my face turned to crimson and started to bloat.

Fast action was taken, a blow to my back,

and out fired my pen-top into the wine rack.

POP!…The air was full of fine Vintage Champagne,

I quickly stood up then sat down again;

The flimsy chair buckled, I crashed to the floor,

knocking the hat-stand through the glass door!

 

“ I’m pleased to inform you, you’ve gained the position,

of Quality Controller and Destruction Physician”