G.Julie

There she stands coffee in hand,
out for fag if not found.
Out the back puffing away,rain or shire,
no matter the day.
Tells us stories about her cat,
down the vets its paw its back.
that poor old cat its been in wars,
broken legs slammed in doors,
Endless papers,the endless job,
pushed on her by silly bob.
Not a momnet she has to spear,
unappreciated by them upstairs.
Pashed from pilliar,pushed the mostendless mags letter to post.
Lives with sister that drives her mad,
F's and blinds her languish bad.
Back on monday yet again,ready for a week of pain.
Up and down always busy,one wounders how shes not dizzy.
Says what she thinks.
Says what she means,
it dont matter how obscene.
Always ready to lend a hand,
from the management thay stand and frow.