MISS PRINGLE PLANS A HOLIDAY

A Friday afternoon, the office dead;
An English June beyond the windows as
Miss Pringle tidies papers lately read,
Then deftly sorts them into different trays.

Her mood is light; today she finishes
For three weeks off from work, and by next week
She will begin her holiday-- Five Tours
Of Scottish Glens and Lochs-- a needful break.

The tour itinerary lay on her desk;
She looked it through again-- yes, everything
All neatly planned and dovetailed; she could ask
No more. Approving it, she hummed a song
..
Her lunch-time window- shopping had today
Been more significant-- tomorrow she
Would buy her summer garments, gently lay
Them in her half-packed case in time for tea.

Just then her boss stepped in and beaming, said,
''Ah Miss Pringle, not long now! I insist
You have a quiet holiday, you need
A change of air I think, and lots of rest''.

Miss Pringle thanked him. Then he came and put
His chubby hand on her grey typewriter,
''Remember, when you come back this will not
Be here-- you're to have a new computer''.

Ruefully she thought on this, and of all
The learning she would face. Her sunny frame
Of mind remained however, for the call
Of Scotland drew; her holiday to come.

~Stanley~

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