HOW DID HE MANAGE THAT

 

My boss is an unusual man

Would he were normal instead

I don’t know how he managed

Nor will I before I’m dead

To become a manager at all

He has certainly lost the thread

If he ever had the thread before

He is very unusual as I said

He never makes a decision

Or has plans of work ahead

Asked an awkward question

He goes a funny shade of red

Workers need to be managed

And also, by their leaders led

He just stays in his office

With a look so full of dread

He’s not a happy kind of man

And his personality has fled

He only leaves his office

For Doom and gloom to spread

He’s a pitiful sight to behold

It’s an opinion held widespread

As I watch him Sat at his desk

He Looks Sickly and underfed

He is very much a figure of fun

By those below and overhead

He’s constantly at the mercy

Of His secretary Miss Whitbread

He’s the butt of many of her jokes

You might even say tormented

He she goes again to his office

Her habit clearly needs to be fed

He was startled by a knocking

“Mr. Conway?” Miss Whitbread said

“Your proctologist just called

It seems they found your head!”