When The Final Scone Hovers Above Our Fish-pond
Predictably enough
As we return to work
One colleague goes berserk
It's not that it is tough
The clocking in and out;
But what's it all about?
It's all the boring stuff
That drives us up the wall
Why am I here at all?
| Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, N, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 9th September 2004 by Roland. |