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Some people got off the Dumb Boat, and came to work one day. Honestly!
Birds were quietly sitting in a tree! Someone couldn't help himself, you see!
Shouting ‘Run they’re terror birds of prey!’ The boaters’ got up and ran away!
Throwing others aside, they ran in the entrance door, screaming all the way!
He was joking, but couldn't believe! As there was more, I swear, you guys!
Groan! And I’m not talking about my work! No! Not at all! Honestly!

With no phones allowed inside, some dumb boaters hid them in their bras.
They were rather heavy set, and had on tight tank tops, He swears, you guys!
And what did they do, with those phones… set them on vibrate! Kid you not!
They went off! Hard to believe! He laughed till he cried, as they dug them out!
The only thing better, to EVER see, would be, one other tucked appropriately.
But honestly! And I’m not talking about my work! No! Not at all!

The dumb boaters went further, as one-showed exercises to the one on her left. 
Slipping into the isle, she did squats to the floor, in heels, only 6-inches high. 
His eyes bugged out! Tho, he gave her a 10 for her artistic, Olympic appeal. 
Things got, even better, as the days went on… Yes! This was for really, for real!
As one, spent days working hard to find, and press the illustrious, ‘ANY KEY!
But I’m not talking about My place of work! Oh! No! I swear! You see!

The bosses walked by, and eating is forbidden on the floor, each and every day.
One man had thrown chicken bones on the floor, and had sticky keys galore.
He licked his fingers, as he got up to fight! He’s NOT eating! Yeah! R.I.G.H.T!
Security tried to take him out, but with slippery fingers, he quickly, got away.
A broken chair graveyard was now to be found, a Sargasso Sea, of the bent and lost.
Apparently, the chairs don’t fit perfectly, and the levers don’t seem to EVER work!

The dumb boaters, try to fix them, by jumping, on the chairs, up and down.
Would be better, if they’d listened to what He said: TURN the LEVER! OK!
Once when the power went out: They started screaming ‘We’re lost! We’ll die!’ 
‘Someone help us! Get us out!’, Crying and yelling at the top of their lungs…
It all stopped, when the lights, came on. The back up generator saved the day!
Now, I’m not talking about My place of work, he said, as he laughed until he cried! 

And he can’t believe ANY of this! No! Not at all! NO WAY!

Collaboration of Carol and Hubby
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