Friday, 7 April 2017

The White Hat

Her office space is very neat;
A desk, a bust, and an official seat.
She sits tall, erect and prim,
she'll smile at you as you walk in.

But for visitors, there is no chair;
no space to sit, just walls and air.
So, nervously, you shuffle in,
beneath her gaze, and her steady grin.

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