Polani’s tongue twitched, throat throttled,
The burning heat churned up his blood.
By the office window he stood
Slating stiffly the sleeping wind!
He turned to the perspiring clock:
It was sliding like a sluggish snail!
The oven-room was baking him,
Pooh, he couldn’t work with aching head!
At last the snail reached the break-time!
Polani, his wet shirt unbraced,
Flew straight to the nearest cafe,
Gulped some drinks down and quenched his thirst:
A..a..h! pcha! cooling... what a feeling!
Relieved and refreshed he returned
And on his work concentrated.
Ntsika, his compeer, thought of beer;
It could quell his growing thirst better!
So to a good bar he sauntered:
“It’s fine, nectar-like”, he murmured.
But his beer failed to revive him,
Being bibulous tied himself
To the bar drinking his earnings,
Unmindful of his office work!
A medical certificate
Greeted Ntsika’s boss the next day!
