Best Boss Poems
Pay attention Missy
Things are gonna change
You ain't gonna like it
It's gonna seem real strange.
"Honey-do" days are over
Sparks are gonna fly
I know that you won't wanna change
But by God you better try!
I'm gonna put my foot down
Cause I got feelin's too
I'll tell you now exactly what
I will or will not do!
I surely ain't a door mat
and you're so bossy and so mean
I don't know who you think you are
Her Majesty - the Queen?
You better pay attention
This is how it's gonna be
Starting now there'll be one boss
and that one boss is me!
BUZZ - BUZZ, What's that sound?
The alarm clock - Loud and Clear
I guess my "Nightmare's" over
I'll go and make your breakfast, Dear!
Be your own boss
Set your own rules
Your thoughts and your feelings
Give you the tools
Imagination can be fun or a bi-ch
Imagine you're poor
Or imagine you're rich
Imagination, what is it for
It's for living your life
You are creator
So be your own boss
Disciplines not hard to swallow
It's just setting the rules
In which you must follow
Be the best you can be
In everything you do
Remember this is not for me
You're doing it for you
So be your own boss
And make all your choices
Listen to you
And not other voices
Your life you create
By your thoughts and your feelings
So be your own boss
AND DO ALL YOUR OWN DEALINGS!!!!
We write to you, your elfin crew,
To wish you joy and cheer!
For Christmas is upon us now -
The climax of our year.
We've toiled together - unified,
In our allotted crews.
And now we're stuck in training,
With barely time to schmooze.
The toys are wrapped, the sleigh is packed,
And Rudolph's fidgety.
Soon you will be making rounds,
As is the policy.
But though this yule is almost nigh,
Our merry Christmas vibe,
Is tempered by the memory,
Of those whom we survive.
Let's not forget the bristling sprite,
From northern twinkle-land.
Who's wisdom and composure,
Helped our vision to expand.
And over waves, across the sea,
The imp with shiny pate.
A knowledge store of rare repute,
And empathy, innate.
We can't forget the trollish clown,
Our western-most remote.
Who's antics in the darkest hours,
Kept our hearts afloat,
The reindeer trainers will be missed!
So poised and capable...
Were they in their instructions -
Irreplaceable!
So Santa, sir, we write to you,
That you may not forget.
The legacy of our brother elves,
And the hole which they have left.
Please strive to know our jobs' detail,
With depth and clarity.
And leave us not unbalanced,
Chasing prosperity.
Enjoy your well deserved respite,
As you rest and sip your brew,
We wish you Merry Christmas,
Your wearied elfin crew.
B een too long since my last vacation travel trip.
A bsolute island beauty does relax my job’s grip.
H alting busy is easy on heavenly beach strips
A long this islands’ multi jeweled peaks and tips.
M y tropical gratefulness shall never dip.
A ll main island life moves at a fun paced clip
S o I may stay with paradise at my fingertips.
She is no Simon Le’gree, but she should be. It would be easier.
She is way too lenient, if you ask me.
But yesterday she was too strict.
Click. Click. Click.
Conversation ceases.
Act normal.
Sure. Yeah. Uh-huh.
Yes, that sounds fine. Sure, I can do that.
Click. Click. Click.
What did she want you to do?
Are you going to do it?
Never mind. It’s a bad idea, I do not have to take orders from her.
She is not really our boss anyway. She just thinks she …
Click. Click Click.
Okay, Mrs. B, sounds good. Sure, no problem.
Click. Click. Click.
Are you going to do it now?
Maybe.
When stress about work started showing
He smoked some of what he was growing
Showed up at work
No pants or shirt
Not sure if he was coming or going!
His stress he still managed to be numbing
Even though dismissal was forthcoming
He said, "It's cool man,"
"I'll live in my van,"
As to his boss, his nose he was thumbing!
To me sovereign means being boss,
Taking charge of every gain or loss,
Being responsible to do the right things
To help your subjects try their wings.
Sovereign to me means being queen or king or Czar
Sovereign to me means being revered like a shining star.
If I woke up tomorrow, and could rule a country, I would not.
However, if I was given the planet, I would dive in, all hot.
I would make rules that would benefit the most, not the few.
Hire scientists and environmentalists to clean our world up too.
I would encourage spiritualists to thrive, and spread joy.
Not limit any one religion to your girl or your boy.
I would encourage your children to take the lead and invent
Things that would abolish our current government.
I would encourage them to love, and laugh, and enjoy.
I would give respect and freedom to each girl and boy.
To me sovereign means being the boss.
I would do what I could, no matter what cost.
I would show my subjects the joy in giving,
in loving, and learning, and making a living.
in one night crystal magic covers forest
forcing trees to bow toward ground
who is boss? Winter asks.
The trees go quietly, genuflecting
without argument, allowing her wrath
and her anger to agitate other forest components
Who is the boss? Winter repeats, wanting
them to give up their respect and their power
The trees hold fast, bending closer to the ground
Not answering, not arguing, not squealing
Their silence more effective than any amount
of words or screams. Winter gets angry and goes away.
Kicking snow up with her foot as she walks through
the months of January and February.
Trees smile at March’s sun, who heats them up
and rescues them.
I am so proud of you! She tells them; you survived
another winter.
Be ten minutes early
Promises, always keep
Say 'please' and 'thank you'
Make sure to get enough sleep...
Say your prayers every day
Save 10% of your pay
Your absolute hardest, try
Never ever tell a lie...
Don't talk with your mouth full
After school do your chores
Wash your hands when you come in
When you go out, lock the door...
These, my Mom's words, hovered over my life
Now that I'm older, the same rules are my wife's
There once was a helix of blue,
That told the person's brain what to do.
It gave eyes color to stare.
And added instructions for hair.
Those instructions built unique you.
When I take a long time,I am slow,
When my boss takes a long time he is thorough.
When I don't do it I'm lazy,
When my boss doesn't do it he's busy.
When I do something without being told I'm trying to be smart,
When my boss does the same,that is initiative.
When I please my boss I'm apple-polishing,
When my boss pleases his boss,he's co-operating.
When I do good,my boss never remembers,
When I do wrong, he never FORGETS!!
HORRIBLE BOSS
Why do you treat me, as if I do not even matter,
Why does it not phase you that it’s my heart you have shattered?
You talk to everyone else, as if they mean a thing to you,
But to me it’s like I’m something, you spit out then chewed.
Did anyone ever teach you, about the golden rule?
Treat other unto you, and never be so cruel.
I had it all mapped out, my future carefully planned;
And then you came along, turning my dreams to sinking sand.
Time and time I’ve thought, the tears I carefully hide;
Wondering should I leave, or stay upon this ride.
I never thought I would, meet someone like you;
To take such hurtful comments, and make them all seem true.
You seem to be persistent, on always trying to hurt me;
Telling others lies, which from you, they must believe.
Well let me tell you now, something you must know;
You could never take my career, no matter how you run the show.
My heart has been through plenty, that’s why I am so smart;
I guess you underestimated me, right from the very start.
Boss Lady! Boss Lady? Whatever do you mean?
Do you mean I’m hip, I’m fly, I’m stylish, what?
Do I accept an accolade, or are you being snide?
Or is it innuendo; yes… true, that just could be it too.
Of course, you could be like one, who scoffs at his own issues;
for he is in denial, and refuses to resolve them.
What that means quite frankly dear is that you are insecure;
and women who assert themselves just scare the pants off you,
but you won’t tell that either.
What could you lose but childishness if once you would admit?
This better half of you in me has more than half a mind, and works.
So well it works, (the female brain) you hardly can admit it; instead
Your first defense is always, “women just don’t get it”.
And there you go, that wall goes up and words… they just don’t matter;
then reason doesn’t stand a chance, you say, “Oh, you’re so damn frus-tra-ting”.
If you would relax and keep quite still, it will not take long to see,
the things Boss lady can not do she smiles and calls for you.
The reason friend is fairly simple, we make what’s called a team.
Boss ladies do insinuate, but only to implore,
you must stand tall, or you will fall, as prey to an imposter ;
Just recognize the one who sighs, though cute, is what? An interloper.
You’ve forgotten to floss, I think
(My nose frets and frowns as I shrink)
Purchase mints by the bag!
Brush your tongue til you gag!
(My eyes water up at the stink)
"Yes sir, I am really quite fine!
"Allergies, you know," is my line
"No sir, wasn't crying!"
(My brain is just frying)
"Do lunch? Why, the pleasure is mine!"
*Unfortunately, this is a somewhat exaggerated version of a true story...
I worked for a cranky old boss
who came to work always quite cross.
Finally found out,
he developed gout,
when stocks took a capital loss.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey