On the Alberta/Montana Border: A Bit of Hot Air

His hot air balloon experience was really out of hand,

The man had gotten misplaced as he floated o’er the land,

He lowered his balloon to seek out someone who could help,

A guy was walking past and so he gave that man a yelp,

“Excuse me, sir,” he hollered. “But I’m really in a jam…

“Please, could I ask for you to stop and tell me where I am?”

The man just smiled and nodded, “Well, I’m happy to, for sure!

You’re thirty feet up in the air, roaming four or six miles per!”

Balloonist said, “Confess it, now, you’re working for IT,”

The walker smiled and nodded, said, “I cannot but agree.

“But now I’m very curious. Please tell me how you knew

I do encoding with my days. Your knowledge, now, imbue!”

Balloonist shrugged and said, “Though given all that I asked for,

Your words gave little help, I’m lost just like I was before!”

The walker nodded, “I would guess that Management, you are.”

And when the man agreed, he said, “It really wasn’t hard.

You don’t know where you are, you’re riding higher on hot air,

You want me to solve your problem while you sit there in your chair,

Exactly where you were before you wanted me to halt,

Your decisions all were yours, but now it’s suddenly my fault!”

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?