The kid in me laughed.
Reruns of the Three Stooges.
Classic of slapstick comedy.
Laughter didn’t last long.
A loss of laughter.
Where is my funny bone?
It’s the Three Stooges.
I should be laughing.
Sigh. Larry, Curly and Moe.
Reflected back my bosses.
Not a good projection.
The bane of my working hours.
My fault humour in me broken.
In anger I labeled these bosses.
What was I thinking?
This was no laughing matter.
They are a spitting image.
These characters I call bosses.
But that’s where the similarity ends.
I will not elaborate, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.
By C.E. Pereira
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
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