Nine o'clock, time to go to work
Time for Pauline to show she's boss
But a few people may lurk
Strange weirdos like Ross
One thing about Pauline's Pens
You must give them back
But don't question her glasses lens
They make her slightly slack
Look there goes Mr Bun
Did you gather that he's a baker?
Surrounded by lazy dole scum,
Will Mickey become a maker?
Her techniques are always mild
Not everyone is so smart
She'll learn to love the child
After all, it is her restart.
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Local Poetry
PoetryPoetry inspired from the great League of Gentlemen, Reece Shearsmith, Steve Pemberton, Mark Gatiss and Jeremy Dyson.
