|
Whose posts these are I think I know
His ass is in the cellar, though.
They will not see me stopping here
What with ignore, and all the blow
My little boss must think it queer
To hear me laugh, then hear me sneer
Between our cubicles, doors and walls
Which let me hang about down here
A thread to start, a thread to bear
To answer that? No one will care
Just mind your p's and q's my friend
Don't think that you have much to share
The cellar's lovely, dark and deep
But I have duties I must keep
And who will know when I will weep
And who knows if I make a peep
|