By Bindi...
Twas the Friday before Saturday...
Twas the Friday before Saturday, and all through the office...
Tanuvan was planning ways, to dismember his bosses...
A large serrated knife, he held tight in his hand...
His bosses were idiots, surely you can understand...
Away to their office he snuck like a rat...
slithered up to the ergonomic chair where the boss sat
The hacking and screaming could be heard down the hall...
while the boss's entrails made weird shapes on the wall
As he finished his deed a strange sound filled his ears
The building had erupted with the sound of loud cheers
With pats on the back and a proposal or two,
Tan the Man had finally done what everyone there wanted to do
He returned to his desk, hung the knife on a tack..
Happy Friday to all, and to bosses, watch your back!
NIcely done.
And I read that with a picture of Bindi over there.
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YAY! Nicely done !
Bindi is a dog. Dogs don't write poetry, everyone knows they do interpretive dance. :smiley6600: