This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog
MANAGER OF MIRTH
by John Yeo
In the days of the incomparable Bard,
When language was robust and pliable,
He managed to coin the word manager
In a magical dream on a Midsummer night.
“Where is our usual manager of mirth?”
Enquired good king Theseus.
“What revels are in hand?
Oberon, with Puck and Bottom are bland.”
I entered the office on a Monday morning
Greeted by the prospect of a mirthless day.
Our manager of mirth said: “Welcome,
Your weekend revels have now ended
Go to your desk and complete that report
Your “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” has ended.”
I looked out of the window facing me
To see a tiny figure playing on a leafy tree.
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