08-22-2020, 11:22 PM
So, I've attempted a quick, cliche riddled poem to illustrate some of the points made in this thread so far. The most interesting thing to me is how some of them sorta, kinda, almost work. Anyway, it was fun. And the topic is endless.
Thank God It's Friday
Every office has its resident gossip,
it's Nosey Parker.
( and it's not always a woman
so don't let them sell you that bridge--
it's a cliche, not a truth)
Ours is Jamie; a bean counter
who's worked here since Moses
wore short pants. He's a little
too plump for his skinny jeans
and a little too big for his boots.
If these walls could talk
he'd have them on speed dial.
This morning, he's holding court
at the water cooler
with Jack from marketing
and Jill from HR.
None of them are thirsty
in the literal sense.
Thank God it's Friday.
Thank God It's Friday
Every office has its resident gossip,
it's Nosey Parker.
( and it's not always a woman
so don't let them sell you that bridge--
it's a cliche, not a truth)
Ours is Jamie; a bean counter
who's worked here since Moses
wore short pants. He's a little
too plump for his skinny jeans
and a little too big for his boots.
If these walls could talk
he'd have them on speed dial.
This morning, he's holding court
at the water cooler
with Jack from marketing
and Jill from HR.
None of them are thirsty
in the literal sense.
Thank God it's Friday.