On a working day like any other,

And the office bustled with a constant mutter,

And through the noise opened the doors

Through which walked six office workers.

I, of course, followed them through

For a day of work awaited me, too.

We took our place within the box

Then pressed the button to take us to our docks.

The inhabitants were a varied bunch

Of seemingly civil people though I had a hunch

That they were really quite quirky,

Each with a unique personality.

They all had reputations to uphold

But their actions and words were widely told.

In the front stood the boss’s secretary.

Her hair and makeup was always done up perfectly.

Indeed, she was a pretty thing,

With dark brown eyes and golden hair rings.

She was pleasant enough with her duties,

Though she tended to shake her booty

At any male who passed her by.

She would bat her lashes at any guy.

Their eyes would always find

Her attractive short skirted behind.

And when her shift drew to a close,

She’d go back to her house and take off her clothes,

And the man who had returned her wink

Well, he would be there in a blink.

To me, however, she was always kind

And I kept her business from my mind.

Nothing was asked, and nothing was told

Though opinions were made bright and bold

By those who on gossip and scandals thrived.

The secretary, to make good her name, strived.

Behind her, stood the deliveryman.

The logo for FedEx was painted clearly on his van

And on the box he was carrying

Though at the behind of the woman he was staring.

He was assigned to our building alone

And to all the ladies he was well known.

They would all turn tail and run

To escape his attentions until he was done.

He was obnoxious and would hit on every girl

Until it was clear that she was going to hurl.

He really had no class or delivery

And a word he did not know was chivalry.

Though his mannerisms were irritating,

He had a strange charm that made him amusing.

Once to his actions one became familiar,

His antics, over time, would become sillier.

If someone agreed to his attempts,

That would likely throw off his defense

Then he would not know what to do.

Part of the fun was in failing to woo.

The most normal person of any I’ve met

Stood in the back of the lift, ready and set

In his spiffy new suit to face the day,

His face intent on earning his pay.

He did not do much outside of work

For he had a family at home who he couldn’t shirk.

Mid-twenties he and his wife wed

And he was perfectly content was what he said.

A few years later he had his first child;

A boy of six, who’d always been mild.

When he did go out for a night on the town

He never drank more than what his wife allowed.

In a way, he was so normal it made him strange

So many people at the office tried to make him change.

His words were always politically correct

But surprisingly, because of this, his friendships were wrecked.

To his left, stood our boss in his black suit,

However, only in looks was he really astute.

To everyone he met, he was really quite a jerk

And not to be mean back was quite a lot of work.

Dealing with him was not at all enjoyable

For to him, all his workers were unemployable.

The slightest mistake could get one fired

So he had to think someone perfect in order to be hired.

Really, what he quite liked were the ladies.

Because of this, many women wished him to Hades.

His lack of respect disgusted all

As he sat on his thrown, important and tall.

But really, over all, he did his job well,

Despite the fact that many people wanted to yell.

He’d give due dates and make sure they were met,

Doing this he’d yell the cruelest words he could have said.

The last person to enter the elevator

Was one who made all of the females purr.

He was the most eligible bachelor in town

And so all of the ladies would happily bow down.

If he should merely look at them they would swoon

Then sigh and be giddy until well after noon.

Really he was a kind person indeed

But to the women he would never heed.

There were few who knew his secret though,

And the ones who did were not surprised he had a beau.

He looked sharp in his dry cleaned outfit

And he’d always get a chuckle with his dry wit.