Ode to Donna (By Special Request)

Donna is cool and calm, and collected
A management style long perfected
Whilst some managers scream and rave
And are doubtless bound for an early grave
She sails on serene.

Where many rush from place to place
Bereft of ties, with scuffed shoes
Perspiring
This woman just glows
She flows
Wherever she goes
An icon of style
Who carries a smile
Like a "must have" fashion accessory.

Occasionally
She wears a dead chicken on her head
(Honest, I've seen it)
Gold and red
Its tail feathers hang
To frame a face
A joyous space
That bears a trace
Of irony.

Above the din of the sorting floor
(A dozen radios tuned to different stations roar)
Her dulcet tones soar...

"Will an operational cleaner, with a mop,
Please report to the PPI area. Thank you"

With perfect pronunciation
Her annunciation
Lilts warm
Like a shot of Caribbean rum in a storm.

So when the shift, at frantic pace, concludes
You'll find her on the packet division
Throwing parcels with precision
Managing without indecision
Like Dido, legendry queen of Carthage
On this sorting floor...
Donna reigns supreme.

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• Ode to Donna
• Poem
• Poetry
• Peter Litton
• Royal Mail

[loctia1]

Dear Peter,

What a wonderful tribute to a beautiful amazing woman! It's fun and very touching. Telll her hello from me. Love, Hunter

[Idlinfarm]

I like Donna. She sounds great.