O, Timecards, with thy temporal
enumerations and such,
You fill me with such longing for
timely reports,
I can't do without thee--I adore
thee too much,
So, please, don't dare spurn me
with unkind retorts.
I seek requited approvals for
Exempt staffers’ leave,
(Be it sick- or vacation-, in
8-hour blocks),
If granted I’ll be giddy for so
just a reprieve,
Swelling my ardor in a Time
paradox:
For the greater my passion, the
less Time there is,
As zeal aimed at Kronos needs Time
to grow,
Much like a mildly sweet, bubbly
Honey Rum Fizz,
On a lazy, warm Sunday--mm, quite
the tableau!
So, monthly jobholders, share my
Timekeeping joy,
And let’s revel in the Timekeeping
we gladly employ.
Sonnet Geoff
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