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THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS DO

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It’s Friday before Christmas, with God’s help you might see through

The Saturnalian orgy of the Office Christmas Do.

 

The booze flowed free and freely, the dancing not as good;

We’d just been singing “Feed The World” while scoffing Christmas pud.

 

Cassandra took her panties off (What a sport she’s been)

I hoiked her for a photo on the copier machine.

 

And Malcolm had been boasting about how much beer he’d sup -

I saw him in the car park later crawling, throwing up.

 

And Jenny must remember that tomorrow she should floss,

Securing her promotion with a blow-job on the boss.

 

Then Ken biffs Bob from Marketing as others join the row

It’s all to do with Brexit so it’s Black Eye Friday now.

 

You’ve been on best behaviour (or so your memory thinks)

Until you’re back in January-

to knowing nods and winks.

◄ NOT QUITE RIGHT IN THE HEAD

THE THREE HULATS ►

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John Coopey

Mon 21st Dec 2020 18:55

Thanks Stephen. It’s not a word I’ve used much in my great works.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 21st Dec 2020 17:56

Perhaps Saturnalia would be a good rebranding name for some public-private entity (Post Office, London Assembly cafeteria?) It would cheer everyone up.
Good poem, John. I do remember Black Eye Friday, though not personally.

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John Coopey

Mon 21st Dec 2020 14:34

In truth, Trevor and Julie, they were never like that when I was working. It doesn’t have the same Saturnalian attraction these days when Our Gert and I pop out to the Garden Centre for the OAP’s Christmas treat.

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julie callaghan

Mon 21st Dec 2020 11:49

This is one night out I am glad to have missed?

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Trevor Alexander

Mon 21st Dec 2020 11:36

Ah, if only we could have those parties....?

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