Ode to a Pinkie02.07.2014
I wake up sleepy around 7:48,
Thought for the Day, I mustn’t be late.
Sprint down stairs, my t-shirt stinks,
In laundry, triple XL is the only clean Pink!
Breakfast time and before my first spoon of muesli,
A strange ringing noise comes to confuse me.
The duty phone, OF COURSE, it’s Diogo who calls,
“Come quick, the Tower needs more toilet rolls!”
Then there’s showers to clean and cats to feed
And more carrots to chop than one will ever need.
There are hikes to lead, climbing harnesses to fasten,
International friends and singing and dancing.
Enthusing miserable campers with games in the rain
And what ever to do about the backing up drains?!
Somewhere in all the excitement, I lost my keys,
So I better phone Mum for her best cake recipes.
To dinner now and hunger starts to set in,
But we must serve 500 guests before we dig in.
I retire to the staff room, in bed by 10 o 5,
Just another day in paradise keeping BP’s dream alive.