Me and my lads in the office
We like to chat and to call
Laugh at how shiny Nicks head is
And tell Andy he’s not very tall
It’s a big open plan sort of office
With desks jammed in several rows
We laugh and we joke and we banter
And everyone shares what they know
The boss really don’t like to come here
Looks down his nose on our fun
Says our chat is inappropriate
But without us his Network won’t run
We configure, programme and monitor
Run a network no one will believe
Complex, fast and enormous
We are proud of what we achieve
Whilst fingers dance over keyboards
And engineers cable in floors
I manage them and also I love them
For the jokes they put up on the doors
So my lads and I sit in that office
If we aren’t out mending the kit
Share pictures of Katy’s new baby
And tell David he’s not very fit.
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem is a hymn to the team of Network Engineers that I had the pleasure to manage several years ago. It was written in response to Jim Feeney’s Lads Poetry Project. His poems are a lot better than this one, here’s an excellent example :
https://stopdraggingthepanda.com/2020/07/08/rob-the-lads-poetry-project-3/
This poem is also part of the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night: https://dversepoets.com/