Don’t Tell the Boss

‘Don’t tell the boss’, he told me

‘Let this be a little secret

Between you and me’

He said in a hush-hush voice

I looked at him and asked

‘What is the little secret?’

He said, ‘There is a small scratch

In the middle of the mirror

Don’t tell this to your boss,

Let it remain between us.’

He had just replaced

The broken rear-view mirror in my car

The car belongs to me

And there is no boss

(Except my wife, of course!)

I asked him, in a hush-hush voice

‘But what if the boss comes to know?

He often drives the car himself.’

He thought for a moment, and smiled

He patted on my back and said,

‘Well, you know how to handle him

You must have done this earlier, too.

Those inflated bills for fuel …

And blown up bills for repairs …

O! Come on, you know how to handle it

Don’t you?’

I blushed, as if he just found out my secret

I smiled at him and nodded

‘All right, in case the boss finds out

I shall handle the situation’

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I didn’t tell the ‘boss’

The little secret

She doesn’t drive the car

So she won’t know.