The next person through the door
Would be witness to the firing
Of the starting pistol.
This was because the whistle
For the kettle had mysteriously
We still needed to know when it boiled.
Little Luck was still on the payroll
And was still in charge of being coffee boy.
Only now we had to have instant.
Even though our colours were returned
Safely but sadly with a tear.
The chief refused us
Use of the coffee percolator.
He is a fairly belligerent boss.
Good news was thin on the ground,
Mostly because all known middlers
Had gone to ground.
Our quest for the middle was
Rapidly making no progress.
We needed a new lead,
Well any lead really.
And a dog.
We were strapped
And needed to feel a collar.
An idea came right out of the blue,
Which is a friendly bar near the office.
Unfortunately it was a bad idea
So we quashed it.
Our thinking firmed to jelly
We had cream with it.
It was whilst washing the dished dirt
The Little Luck came up with his theory.
Start, end. We had this.
But where was the most unlikely place
To look for a middle?
According to the Theory of Wellys Constant; (A
Law somewhat along the lines of the Second Law
of Thermodynamics) we should be looking to the
past. This is Babbage Therum in reverse.
Babbage therum starts by stating you should look
forward to the future.
By insisting we look to the past, Little Luck had
effectively inadvertently made himself
redundant before his appointment. This was a
new first for the department. Little Luck was
nothing more than a walking talking cost saving.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
(C) 2018 CHRISTOPHER THOMPSON