There is a young gentleman called,’ Phil’,
Whom I’d certainly would put in my will,
But to no shame, he has stacks to claim,
As he plows through the papers, on his desk.
His neat crew-cut hair, coincides with tallness,
Looking neat and presentable everyday,
And yet, when you ask him for advice,
He’ll give you his utmost reassuring answer
With jokes aside, while you talk of bread and butter,
He will speak, asserting himself with correct point of view.
Pen to paper, paper to pen,
For Phil, who’s eager for high promotion,
His one staff (when awake0,
Works through his one work, with no mean time,
And asserts himself daily,
By continuing walking around like a “golliwog”.
By six every evening, Phil looks at his watch,
And to his belief, he has completed the day before work,
He keeps on plodding on, in his own time, till home,
Then he arrives home to a full meal on his plate!
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