Shy Guy
He did just enough to barely squeak by
Other would poke fun at this slovenly guy
Fun to fry him because he was indubitably shy
His ideas at work were never going to fly
For a guy he did not aim extremely high
Some said he came from the River Kwai
His sandwich was always PB and rye
Most of us said hi, as we walked by
Many tried to pry; I will not lie.
They wanted to know where he got his pie.
It looked scrumptious, exactly the right chi.
Always wore a suit and a pretty bow tie.
Hair naturally curly, perhaps a snitch of a dye.
He moved away one day, we never found why.
No one was upset, for his office we did vie.
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