Key to Success

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.