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He was a stiff one, 
There was a yardstick up his back
His mouth was a paperclip
No gray or red in his world
Black and white, pure office.
No touch of flowers or a picture
For he still lived at home with Mommy
He had to call her if he would be late for dinner
He was twenty-eight


Twenty-two women bookkeepers called him Pen Clip King
They all worked in a giant room in a Super Foods Warehouse
In Des Moines, so they had a lot of the same ideas.
Those who did not, did not last long... 
These bookkeepers were happy,
typing and laughing, 
chatting while they made innumerable mistakes
on store owner's accounts
Writing checks the wrong way
because this was in the 70's before a bunch of glaring computers
Pen Clip King (PCK) was wimpy, fishy, but he was easy too.
He rarely came out of his glass office at the front.
Never to speak harshly for he did not do that

When he did come out, the hens gave him a look and laughed.
His face was perpetually red about it.
One day a male bookkeeper came to work at Super Foods
He was young and darling.
The older ones tried to entice him with photos of their daughters
The middle-aged tried to flirt with him which was exceedingly stupid
They nicknamed him Handsome, and kept him like a pet
He laughed with them and rolled his eyes at their jokes
He was engaging and fun.
They were all semi-in-love with him
Never realizing that he and Pen Clip King were lovers

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