The BA Christmas Meal

No Christmas meal for two years in a row.

Will I make it this year? It’s touch and it’s go.

I'm a hundred miles away from that bash,

Why do these two events always clash?

Design must be signed-off by 15th December,

why can’t deadlines be planned for November?

I hope we can give it approval by three, but

some colleagues are much more pedantic than me.

Finally, at four, the design is approved, and

my chances of making my meal have improved.

The cab to the station is late, I despair,

But I land on the platform with seconds to spare.

Twelve minutes late, the train trundles in. There’s

ice on the tracks, then a snowstorm begins.

Nothing can move for two hours at least,

No saviour in sight, no hope of my feast.

We’re moving to Agile in February.

No more missed Christmas puddings for me.

©️ Ray Cohen, 2024