Saturday, July 29, 2017
Three For Then
The Man Who Scheduled Every Minute
forgot everything of a morning.
No worry, backed up on all his devices?
He forgot that too.
Finally his phone vibrated and chimed madly.
“You’re Randall!” it announced.
“I’m Randall!” screamed he.
And all flooded back.
The Man Who Couldn’t Stop Eating
played furous tennis each morning
with his Chief Doctor.
Who usually surrendered. “You have
the metabolism of a Pittsburgh
Blast Furnace!”
He banked those fires to sleep,
dreaming of food...then sex.
The Wedding and Reception
Zach had nary a snobbish bone.
Thus married he his housekeeper.
His mother repeated egalitarian
moments of his childhood at the
reception.
Her side wasn’t much interested.
They had cried copiously at
the wedding, and now devoured
food and drink.
Prior to dancing maniacally to
Newton and the New Tones.
Their Chief, who gave her away,
gathered himself enough to
try out the slogan.
Expect Perfection Honda Wife!
Their present proved a dedicated iPad
containing her revised manual.
Labels: eating, egalitarian, Honda, metabolism.wedding, perfection, reception, reminder, schedule, snobbery, time
Friday, May 27, 2016
“Count Meshugana”
It was discovered early on that
giving him responsibility was
inviting incoherent disaster!
As a result he was promoted again
and again.
To a position the company felt
confident that he'd delegate
just about everything from.
As a result, his department received
several awards.
When one cut through the CEO's King's-
English blather, could fathom they were for
screwing up less than the other departments.
Did I say that he was warm and loving
and approachable? Beautiful manners!
In contrast to the others in his executive,
soaring plateau.
Bastards and Bitches...enough said.
Anyway, hired away by Honda. He bowed
quite well too.
Labels: CEO, company, hire, Honda, incompetence, mix-up, Peter Principle, SNAFU
