bleary and dreary and grayer than gray...

...equals into no customers willing to pay,
for rain spots on cars all just because,
they need to send off their christ-a-mas stuff.
And so our store is slower than slow,
we're standing here waiting for people to show,
but they stay at home, or at work, or away,
with hot chocolate and muffins, and STILL they won't pay,
for rain spots on cars all just because,
they need to send off their christ-a-mas stuff.

thought of, composed, edited, and posted by me.
I was supposed to be at work today, but as you can see with the above poem, it is a wee slow to have four people in at once...
so. I'm at home, being bored.
As you can tell, by how long I am dragging out this post.
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I'm going to go and read now.
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or at least sometime soon...
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aren't I wonderful? I'm the most amazing person in the whole world!
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seriously, why are you still reading? go and do something productive.
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I mean it!
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fine. I'll go. Happy?
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apparently not.

:D