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.
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Author:
PoetVids (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2022 16:47
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Comments1
A set up in a very litigious society? Please confirm. Enjoyed. 🙂 🙂
This is based on an actual situation where a co-worker tried to make me lie about what happened. But, I did not and this person did not get away with anything. Still, I thought I would explore what would have happened it she was successful in her takeover. Thanks again DD!
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