The Labors of Miss Lemon (standard:poetry, 709 words)
Author: kathyg	Added: Jan 10 2009	Views/Reads: 2895/1862	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Who really is the brains behind all those cases Poirot wins? Miss Lemon wants a raise!

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From morning to night 

This just isn't right 

I must ask for that raise 

One of these days! 

He thinks he's so clever 

He thinks he's so smart 

If I walked out that door 

The office would be falling apart! 

And he will be baffled completely 

I would smile so sweetly 

There will be no more hints 

On how to solve the case 

I know all the answers 

That's one you must face 

Just a simple thank you 

Once in a while would do 

Not screaming for your tea! 

And shouting at me too! 

Your files are perfection 

All cases are your selection 

You do the footwork 

And I, lower like a typist clerk. 

But let me make one thing 

Perfectly Clear 

These labors of Miss Lemon 

Words that rumble like thunder 

And fly out like birds! 

Five simple words that cut Like a knife. 

To serve a cheap boss like you Hercule 

A small pittance. 

Is a reward or disaster? 

I smile for you and say hello, 

I get you coffee before you go. 

I plan your day, 

I make things nice. 

You pay me back 

with cold and ice. 

But that's okay. 

That's nothing new. 

The weak are also cruel 

And you live by that rule. 

My labors of love 

Are labors of pain! 

Taking for granted, 

That my duties are clear 

From pressing his jackets 

To bringing him tea! 

And making appointments, 

Staying late nights 

To type up reports. 

Not one to be proud 

But Poirot is a bastard 

For crying out loud! 

He pays me a pittance 

For all that I do! 

Calling me in at all hours 

No please or thank you. 

Just do this or do that, 

Pushing my button with such power. 

It isn't easy smiling at him, 

He won't last a minute without me, 

The weak little man! 

A voice from the office, 

That bellows and shouts. 

Now get me my teasan! 

Retype this letter now, 

Or you'll see your ass out! 

No vacation for you, Miss Lemon. 

For you, there is no life! 

You are my secretary, 

You are my slave! 

I make the rules, 

So you better behave! 

One day Miss Lemon stayed home. 

She didn't show up. 

Poirot ran around, 

Panic!!! 

Where is Miss Lemon? 

Try to figure it out! 

I need her right now!! 

The phones kept on ringing, 

The papers piled up. 

Just chaos about! 

The scene was amusing. 

The tables are turned 

Poirot admits . 

A ring on Ms. Lemon's doorbell. 

A tip of the hat. 

Poirot is humble? 

Can you imagine that? 

A plea for help. 

A dozen roses. 

From the weak little man! 

Who thought I was nothing? 

And now I am grand? 

Oh, weak little master. 

How cruel you have been! 

Are you in a fix? 

Oh, Mr. Poirot. 

The Labors of Miss Lemon 

Were labors of love 

You took her for granted 

And you are a fool 

Go back to the office 

And cry at your desk 

Treasure those that help you 

And make that your rule 

Miss Lemon is going 

To take a long rest. 

Poirot will surely miss her 

She is one of the best!!! 


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