Meeting, meeting. I'm in a meeting.
And in this meeting, there's lots of seating.
But is this a meeting or is this a beating?
At least this room has some good heating.
It's raining outside.
My time I will bide.
And maybe I'll ride
On a bus to hide.
I kinda hate my job.
I'd rather kill a hobbe
With my sword I named Bob.
The hilt's a door knob.
Hobbes are from Fable,
A video game on my table.
You can play if you're able.
Sorry, there's no horse stable.
What will I do
In this meeting of poo.
Maybe throw a shoe.
You do it too.
Honestly, it hasn't yet started,
But I think someone farted
And it was uncharted.
From this world I have departed.
Now I'm in heaven
Or a seven...
...eleven.
Mmmmmmm Slurpee.
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I'd say the meeting
ReplyDeletewith adequate heating
Was not a sure loss
As long as your boss
Knows that you were not tweeting.
Tweeting you say?
ReplyDeleteFor that I won't pay.
Not even if it was a mouse sweeping.
Like a text to the masses
It will make few passes.
I just dislike all the beeping.