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I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location,
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell,
There’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won’t care.
I love each program and every file.
I’d love them more if they worked a while.
I’m happy to be here. I am. I am.
I’m the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job – I’ll say it again –
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who’ve come today,
In clean white coats to take me away!
Nutsrok 
What a great poem. I love this sort of verse :-)
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It is pure fun!
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well done-and very much a Dr. Seuss! so funny!
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It was a good parody!
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Tipping my cat and my hat, to who? To you, Cindy Lou! <3
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Thanks Annette, you’re good and yet…..
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:-D :-D :-D I used to feel that way. Hilarious poem.
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Hilarious, Linda. Thanks for sharing. :D — Suzanne
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Welcome.
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Lol !
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What a nice and warming message. Glad you like your job. Keep it up hotcakes. We’ve got a new story at Gastradamus and we would love your thoughts on Queen Kong and I. Your comments would be amazing.
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