Who Is Your Neighbor

I’m feeling so squared right now in my cubicle With my steamed four eyes oh so whimsical How I suddenly lose composure and get butterfingers Every time she peers to request some staples or binders And if she never greets me first thing in the morning A dark cloud fills the rest of my day like I’m in mourning I’ve got no intension - at all - for office romance It’s a disaster leading to poor job performance I’m ignoring the fact that she’s the boss’s daughter I best stop daydreaming before I'm fed to his pet alligator 09-06-2015 Mystic Rose’s Who Is Your Neighbor Contest