‘Twas the day before the big interview, and all through the office
Every creature was irritating, especially my boss Phyllis (nothing rhymes with office)
My resume was formatted, and worded with flair
I knew my Talent Zoo recruiter would deliver it with care
Trapped in my cubicle, dangerously close to “smelly Fred”
While visions of dollar signs danced in my head
Steve in his offensive polyester suit, with eighties style pleating
Had just announced another long, arduous staff meeting
So excited was I to escape Steve and his suit of ill-flatter
When I thought of it, I nearly lost control of my bladder
Away to the interview I flew like a flash
I knew at this company, I would make a big splash.