General Poetry posted October 23, 2019


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Two office icons in verbal smackdown!

Mr. MBA vs. Admin Assistant

by Reese Turner

Well, look, here’s Mr. MBA Know-It-All,
They hired smarty-pants, pedigree tall…
Think you know everything? And yet,
Who funded your college, dad or debt?
You’ll tell us what to do? Oh, we’ll have a ball!
 
Arise! All hail she who sits by the throne;
The Admin Assistant, the “boss” when he’s gone.
Your power’s pure proximity
Loving to flaunt it, you be
The most arrogant assistant I’ve known!

 



Slap Your... Dualing Limericks!! writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Slap Your Annoying Co-Worker ---- That's right, folks! October 23rd is officially 'Slap Your Annoying Co-Worker Day'! In honor of such an awesome occasion, this contest is:

a pair of limericks: one from each of the two co-workers that would like to smack each other!

Remember, a limerick is a form of verse, usually humorous and frequently rude, in five-line, predominantly anapestic meter with a strict rhyme scheme of AABBA, in which the first, second and fifth line rhyme, while the third and fourth lines are shorter and share a different rhyme. Also, lines 1,2 and 5 should have 7-10 syllables and lines 3 and 4 should have 5-7 syllables (see example below).

The form was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th Century. Here is one of his many limericks:

There was a Young Person of Smyrna
Whose grandmother threatened to burn her.
But she seized on the cat,
and said 'Granny, burn that!
You incongruous old woman of Smyrna!'

So, get that pen moving on your two limericks about a pair of co-workers (and, yeah, it can certainly be at least one-half autobiographical!). Remember, your goal is make us laugh, make us gasp, and most of all: make us vote for yours!

Here's the website if you don't believe me that such a day exists (LOL!!):
https://nationaltoday.com/slap-your-annoying-coworker-day/



I knew both of these well
In my brief corporate life
It was not at all fun
It was stress. It was strife.

So, I finally escaped to
A small maker of plastic
Where I smiled, played golf
And lived a life near fantastic!
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