You're Sick ???


Dear Penny,

My goodness me a tale of woe
You could have said you stumped your toe
It seems you lead a gifted life
Even if it is tinged with strife.

Now being as I am, the boss,
I have to say before I get cross
That if you really are that sick
You wouldn't be up to taking the Mick.

Unless you get a doctor's note
To stop me going for your throat
And prove to me your story's true
This may well be the end of you.

You might just find that come the day
You get back in and have your say
Your gifted life has turned to dust
And terminate your job, I must!

SS: Setting Sun