Whoa!

Edna was our office manager

such a true queen of anal retentive power,

utterly obsessed with order,

fretted over every office supply

constantly checked things like staplers

to see if they were empty,

examined drawers for paper lips,

hell would surely burn the employee

who mixed the large and small ones.

 

Ink pens had to be put in pen holder

with their points facing up,

if she had her way there would have been

a line on each desk

to mark where calculator, coffee cup

and computers out to be.

 

We just planned a special celebration

for a milestone achievement of our company,

bought a nice cake and decorations,

were going to invite clients for the big event,

mentioned it to Edna thinking she would join,

but her eyes flared and she screamed,

“Oh my god, crumbs,” then ran out the door

yelling, we’re doom, doom.

 

Assumed she would be of hiding somewhere

while our party took place,

had the cake delivered,

along with plates, forks and cups,

then went out to greet the customers.

Suddenly one of the supervisors whisper

how Edith had come back,

happened to notice her blur before the plates and cake vanished,

then whispered to another supervisor,

" She's Hidden The Plates... Help Me Find Them.”

 

Could hardly let our patrons think we were that disorganize,

so one of the boss’s made some impromptu speech,

as we desperately searched for Edna.

 

Finally found her in the supply closet,

discovered to our surprise

she was a secret cake junkie.

Half eaten dessert smeared on her face

with her passed out from the sugar rush,

paper plates stacked mysteriously in a odd cake shape,

no doubt it made sense to her,

quickly we rushed to empty vending machines of snacks,

then did our best to arrange them as festive décor,

our guest enjoying the treat just the same,

door to supply closet kept close

in hopes they would not hear her snoring.