An acquaintance once advised me Not to fret over Recruitment Because it is the easiest job in the world I have blocked him But that's not the point The point is Recruitment is a pile of work That keeps growing bigger and bigger Until it surpasses Mount Everest And it is also a fly That keeps hovering tantalisingly above you Daring you to swat it aside Before making "The Great Escape" At the eleventh hour As far as today was concerned Recruitment was losing the toss And watching your bowlers being carted around for boundaries In all sorts of directions While enduring a long day in the field Under the blistering heat of a raging summer That has already wreaked havoc Across the entire nation Who knows what tomorrow may bring In any case We do know one thing for sure Recruitment is anything but an easy job