Written 24th January 2025
A young man would strut round the office block Thinking he was god's gift, come from fine stock But his hip wiggle Made the girls giggle If only he'd known how the staff would mock. Plainly seeking some office romances But the fool of a man spoilt his chances At an office do He was stuck like glue To the boss's wife, making wild advances. There and then the idiot got the sack Ordered to buzz off and step the road Jack He went in a huff Forgetting to strut When told to send his last pay packet back.
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