The Office Romance '00

We could make scandal

And not know how to handle

So with the mop by the handle

I sweep beneath my sandal

Make it look accidental

The dripping from thy candle ;-)

Monday's Burden

I fight sleep

Warm, inviting

And so deep

Pry open

Eyelids heavy

The burden of life

On my shoulders

I Levy

It seems a curse

That to fill my purse

Alas Sleep Sweet

I cannot meet

And cannot afford

To seem to shirk

This unsavory, unsavory

Work

The Trainee '08

So mild

So slight

So quiet

In her plight

If only

I could tell her

To hang on so

Through the high

And the  low

Coz it’s a matter of time

Before her own nails sprout

And grow!