The Perils of Being Popular At Work

I arrive at work early, hoping to get some poetry posted.
Dum, dee, dum, dee, dum, dee, dum, dee, dumb.
I am across from the sign in sheet, and everybody has a
problem today.

They enter one at a time, until it gets busy, then they
enter two at a time.
The perils of being popular at work.
I do not mind. I can write poetry any day. 
Today they need me.

I have to push through them to get
out, so I can do my car line duty.
There are six of them somehow in my
tiny doorway. Excuse me! Excuse me!

They have started a little coffee club
without rolls or coffee.  
I think it is wonderful they
have forgotten I am even here.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kiser Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 11:35 AM
Oh wow, you escaped...ha!
Krutsinger Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 1:58 PM
It is funny to me that they congregate her in the world's smallest room.
Mcferran Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 9:58 AM
This is great... and that last stanza made me laugh!! ;)
Krutsinger Avatar
December 19, 2018 at 1:58 PM
Thank you, can't you just picture me sneaking past or through them?
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