Office Damsel
She flits around the office,
Our own damsel in distress.
Every day, her world is ending,
She's one big, emotional mess.
A mouse or spider, will send her screaming,
She'll demand the poor creatures head.
As she won't continue working
Until she sees that it is dead.
She has every man scour her office separately,
Making sure they check every nook and cranny.
While she sits there trembling in her office chair,
Cross legged on her fanny.
She refuses to carry anything,
The heaviest, a tiny watering can.
I'll say, "It barely weighs 10lbs"
Her response, "I'll go find a man"
I just don't understand it,
To be proud of being helpless,
And she never seems to tire of being,
A high maintenance damsel in distress.
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