Ever since I began giving rhyming poems to my boss he’s eased up on me.
I send him when he’s grumpy. I send them for every holiday and then some.
Once in a while I’ll give a limerick that really cracks him up.
I really believe my efforts are why I still have a job. Not that I’m a bad
worker who needs to rely on buttering up the boss to stay employed, it’s
just that it gives me a tiny edge over someone else who might be trying to
push me out of the way and steal my job.
I mean, how do you fire someone who is as considerate and uplifting as
I am? Rhyming poems are going to take me right to the top of the
company. It’s a very cool and manipulative gimmick and I’m mighty
glad I thought of it.