I got a suggestion from Julia while ago. Something I’ve been finding difficult is keeping track of the different submissions and fitting them into my themes. But your suggestion has not been forgotten Julia! Today is the day. The submission was: “Conchita Consuela Poiter – the alter ego of a bank payroll officer Leonie. Leading the life she always wanted to through Conchita. Can you write about Conchita?”
Yes, yes I can.
Leonie’s eyes glazed
The new payroll software was a maze
All she could think of was tonight
Tonight she was Conchita, glamorous and bright
Tonight she’d be strutting down the aisles
No more boring files
She’d be working the floor
She’d be someone others adore
One day she’d stopped and taken stock
Realising her dream wasn’t something to mock
It was not for sale
Like homebrand ginger ale
People would admire her rack
For the shelves at Coles she did stack
It was a job she loved dearly
But her parents thought it merely
Unrespectable and dreary
So by day Leonie suffered at her respectable screen
And by night Conchita reorganised the beans.
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