DanceswithwordsEve Of Information systems
January 27th 2010 05:03
The Eve of Information Systems
Tells her Mum not to worry
Brings her lunch to work
Thai Green Chicken Curry
Her nails are cured she doesn't mind
The paint'sall chipped ya know
Her friends text her clowns horn all day
On a work Apple I-phone to go
Her hazel eyes mesmurise
Platted up blonde thing
A cheeky smirk and knowing wink
Belies an innocent white-teethed grin
She shares a room with the smelly boys
Who apologise for swearing
Crap and screw the world she says
And curse the uniform she's wearing
She's our Idol, Our Sandra Dee
She's yawning all the time
Her hectic social facebook blur
Makes her a friend of mine
She makes up all the project hours
She's our office staionary boffin
I'd like to chat with her more
But you can't send a nudge that often.
Dances
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