hitched
09-29-2003, 11:52 PM
Mack heard of a future he hadn’t foreseen
sent a note to his wife and told where he’d been
by the time he got home she’d cooked up a plan
when he hesitated, are you still a man?
he got guilty pangs way before the very act
she was determined with more push than tact
he got a promotion a title some loot
he’d now be the boss if Mr King got the boot
a family business and Mack an outsider
when alerted to fortune his eyes opened wider
King’s coming to dinner to celebrate Mack
having excelled, how he’d never look back
the couple in cohorts were able to frame
Malcolm a son who was hounded by blame
distraught in guilt Mr Mack saw his doom
where she said don’t worry life would resume
one threat still existed to his timely advance
his friend who was with him when told of their chance
in for a penny in for a pound
Mack hired some consultants and won the next round
once in the top job Mack went back to the source
who had told him before of his upwardly course
and asked what of Malcolm? but the informer deferred
but Mack then insisted he be given the word
only should your office be surrounded by trees
will a takeover offer force you to your knees
and the one who can pip you has never been known
thanks for the warning;I’ve a courtyard of stone
Mrs Mack is now ailing, the doctor was there
she must cure herself, she’s beyond my good care
sleep-walking and raving her conscience had burst
quite contrary behaviour than she managed at first
Malcolm to London for a joint venture deal
and took on strong partners whose Mack’s fate would seal
but Mack said it’s written, my courtyard is bare
I look out my window and not one tree is there
a message came through that a payload of trees
was coming to enforest and his office to seize
I’ll not strut and fret my hour upon this stage
though signifying nothing I’ll fight while I rage
Duff, a contender whose purge at the last
confirmed a foretelling that Mack had held fast
after confronting the usurper in a head to head matter
Duff handed to Malcolm success on a platter
copyright 2003 robbo
australia's most tuny poet
sent a note to his wife and told where he’d been
by the time he got home she’d cooked up a plan
when he hesitated, are you still a man?
he got guilty pangs way before the very act
she was determined with more push than tact
he got a promotion a title some loot
he’d now be the boss if Mr King got the boot
a family business and Mack an outsider
when alerted to fortune his eyes opened wider
King’s coming to dinner to celebrate Mack
having excelled, how he’d never look back
the couple in cohorts were able to frame
Malcolm a son who was hounded by blame
distraught in guilt Mr Mack saw his doom
where she said don’t worry life would resume
one threat still existed to his timely advance
his friend who was with him when told of their chance
in for a penny in for a pound
Mack hired some consultants and won the next round
once in the top job Mack went back to the source
who had told him before of his upwardly course
and asked what of Malcolm? but the informer deferred
but Mack then insisted he be given the word
only should your office be surrounded by trees
will a takeover offer force you to your knees
and the one who can pip you has never been known
thanks for the warning;I’ve a courtyard of stone
Mrs Mack is now ailing, the doctor was there
she must cure herself, she’s beyond my good care
sleep-walking and raving her conscience had burst
quite contrary behaviour than she managed at first
Malcolm to London for a joint venture deal
and took on strong partners whose Mack’s fate would seal
but Mack said it’s written, my courtyard is bare
I look out my window and not one tree is there
a message came through that a payload of trees
was coming to enforest and his office to seize
I’ll not strut and fret my hour upon this stage
though signifying nothing I’ll fight while I rage
Duff, a contender whose purge at the last
confirmed a foretelling that Mack had held fast
after confronting the usurper in a head to head matter
Duff handed to Malcolm success on a platter
copyright 2003 robbo
australia's most tuny poet