Write a Spontaneous Poem

[Dingleschmutz]

An Ode to my workday...

The workload isn’t heavy for the Data guy some days,
And folder checking makes him want to set his stack ablaze.

So since the boss is absent (which is truly not a shame)
Dingle then gets busy with amusement as his aim.

He thought “If only Guinness was allowed to be drank at
The cubicle of my despair, this wouldn’t be half bad.”

But alcohol is frowned upon (even during break!)
So Dingle then must ponder “better” deeds to undertake.

Then interruptions come in forms of letters to be mailed,
Of policies to enter, and of food to be inhaled.

But in the downtime websites only keep him entertained
For a short time with banter 'fore his eyesight becomes strained.

And e-mail forwards become dull when read in heavy doses.
And too much sour cream and chive dip causes halitosis.

Oh somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.

And somewhere men are toiling at their cubicles all-out.
But there’s one less data entrist…
Sneaky Dingle just snuck out.