To: King Prout
Ode to Lung-Butter
(-Cough-) Lung-butter, my lament,
I must hope not Heaven-sent.
Hackers all, when this we find,
As evidence of daily grind.
That’s where germs exist, you know,
Not out in the pristine snow,
Or on the beaches, in the Sun,
But where we go to get work done.
Work is a word phlegmatic spat,
But clearly where the germs are at.
We start out healthy, when we rise,
To greet the world with shining eyes,
And then to work we make our way,
To find our “Buddy” there that day,
Who doesn’t wish to waste sick leave,
Not while his nose can find his sleeve.
Bio-weapons may be rare,
But one can find them in the air.
One finds in his proximity,
A walking weapons factory.
So thus it is on our way home,
We find our lungs may seek to roam,
Our head stuffed up like ripened plum,
And where is all that pudding from?
Just put a sign up where you work,
“If you get sick, don’t be a Jerk!
Please keep your butt home in your bed,
You won’t get paid if you end up dead!”
NicknamedBob . . . . November 6, 2004
38,462 posted on
11/06/2004 2:59:25 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
(My first book is out! -- You may need gloves... AuthorHouse.Com/BookStore, look for Hawthorne.)
To: NicknamedBob
Jeez...is nothing sacred??
(I somehow KNEW it would be you who wrote The Odious Ode..)
38,463 posted on
11/06/2004 3:02:55 PM PST by
Monkey Face
(Life is too short to dance with ugly men.)
To: NicknamedBob
F***ing BRILLIANT!
We dub thee Our Poet Laureate!
38,472 posted on
11/06/2004 3:12:21 PM PST by
King Prout
("We've found more WMDs in Iraq than we've found disenfranchised blacks in Florida." - Ann Coulter)
To: NicknamedBob
Just put a sign up where you work,
“If you get sick, don’t be a Jerk!
Please keep your butt home in your bed,
You won’t get paid if you end up dead!” Indeed. We have two women in the office with kids who are little germ factories. They stay home when the kiddies are sick (as is proper) and then after the kids are better and they have caught the new and improved version they drag into the office to share the joy.
It has traveled from department to department and this morning I awoke with a nasty cough. Oh bliss! I went in to work anyway, nobody else is there on a Saturday, but come Monday if I am worse I am staying home where I belong.
38,478 posted on
11/06/2004 3:21:11 PM PST by
Harmless Teddy Bear
(Watch out! I have bunny slippers and I am not afraid to use them!)
To: NicknamedBob
"And then to work we make our way,
To find our “Buddy” there that day,
Who doesn’t wish to waste sick leave,
Not while his nose can find his sleeve."
ROTFLMAO!
To: NicknamedBob
Once again...you amaze me. LOL!
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