For my first foray into poetry-blogging,
Hopefully I won't recieve a flogging.
But I just can't contain my love for my team,
Whom I love just as much as Boston Cream [donuts].
I wish it was Thursday today, right now,
So we could kick balls and make them go POW.
Instead I'm here at my desk late at work,
Dealing with agents who are being jerk[s].
But it's ok,
Because tomorrow's Wednesday.
And we know what day the day after that be,
It's Thursday, the day of WOLWSB!
[drops mic]
Sick poem.
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