I have this friend of mine,
Who loves to continually whine.
Comes to work each day,
With nothing but B.S. to say.
She did a half-ass job,
Lost track of stuff in a log.
Basic facts about clients,
No rocket ship science,
Then lost keys on a fob.
These keys were no ordinary thing.
The Boss\'s prize possession.
She needed a confession.
From her face tears began to pour.
She sobbed more and more and more.
He didn\'t want to hear it,
And, called her a nit wit.
Taken to the hospital on a gurney,
She then got a hold of an attorney.
She took the Boss to court.
Large settlement from her tort.
So, today take a look at her face,
Fine clothes, well-mannered with grace.
The tables are now turned,
Are you kidding me, she owns the place!
So, I guess the key to her success,
Nothing to do with how she dressed.
Even though a lazy slob,
In her hand, is the key fob.