Well at the end of the year
Its managements’ biggest fear
That staff should infringe
At the
annual Christmas Binge
After
spiking the fruit punch
In the canteen
after lunch
Their
totally off their hinge
At the
annual Christmas Binge
The amount
of alcohol downed
As many a
sorrow was drowned
Made the
accountant whinge
At the
annual Christmas Binge
The extent
of the revelling
Was quite
frankly bedevilling
Enough for
his beard to singe
At the
annual Christmas Binge
The things
that a little party ho
Did beneath
the mistletoe
Would make
a puritan cringe
At the
annual Christmas Binge
Karen from
reception bless her
Botox-ed
her face with vodka
With a catering syringe
At the
annual Christmas Binge
The level of fraternization
Was quite a revelation
And caused a few backs to twinge
At the
annual Christmas Binge
You may well be forgiven
After the events which had arisen
That it was the lunatic fringe
At their
annual Christmas Binge
Next day when the party was over
Everyone suffered from a hangover
And all took on an earthy tinge
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