Boastful bosses 6
Your zeal’s infective, flashed his frown,
Get it not to your headless crown.
We want our work done here,
If I must make it clear,
Let not your zeal spread, tone it down.
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A boss warns an executive for his enthusiasm, pointing his index finger.
Limerick |20.07.2024| humour, business
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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