Light Drollery

The staff lounge had a posted sign
Hung prominently, by design.
It said, addressed to you and me,
“This room is for light drollery.”

I did a double-take and laughed
And wondered if I’d get the shaft
Or what reproof they might just levy
If my drollery got heavy.

Shakespeare would feel right at home,
Perhaps to rest or write a poem,
In such a place where to amuse
Too much is one of its taboos.