Tracey Barker

Accounts Assistant

A girl called Tracey had her future in sight,

Working numbers by day and the gym at night.

“This way I’ll achieve all it is I am seeking,

Of course that is figuratively speaking.”

But lo and behold, much to her dismay,

A plane came down and took her away.

Our temptress got the pilot’s number,

So he landed yon side of the Humber.

She counted the days until she’d be back,

(The abacus helped, which was in her rucksack).

Now home, she attends a host of ‘posh dos’,

No more ‘Happy Hours’ in The Avenues!

The ever cheerful and dependable mover and shaker who always ensures that the bills are paid and the money is in.