The Tragic End of the Merry Temp!
Once upon a time
In a little village
Far away from home
There lived a merry little temp
With a sweet spirit of gum drops
And a gentle heart made of lollipops,
Who had no choice but to work
In a dark gloomy office.
All she wanted to do was work
And work hard
And nothing but.
To her dismay,
She was poorly prepared
When she arrived
And had no choice,
But to sit right next to a mad temp
With daggers for eyes
And a voice that could make mirrors crack and shudder.
With sharp fangs, wicked thorns
And a very bitter heart,
The mad temp didn't care for the merry temp
In any way
So she screamed at her
And threw her glaring looks of evil
At whatever she said
In hopes that she would leave
And get out of her way.
The merry temp fought for survival
Because she was very poor
And it was all she had
So even when the mad temp threw hissy fits
She bit the bullet, but it only made matters worse.
The mad temp did everything she could
with a heart filled with greed
to get the merry temp to leave.
The mad temp was mad, so very mad
That someone else might
Take her pay and hours
So she reported
Whatever she could find
To higher management
To make the merry temp look sour
Because the mad temp
Had the seniority and the power.
In the end the mad temp won
And the merry temp lost her job for good.
So the merry temp packed her bags
With tears in her eyes and a shattered heart
And went on her way
Without a penny to her name
And filled with
Embarrassment and shame
To the glee of the mad greedy temp
Who didn't care for her in any way.
In the end, the merry temp
Had not only lost her pay
But her merry ways as well
As they were crushed
And dashed by the mad wicked temp.
For little did the merry temp
know that the real reason
behind the mad temp's bitterness
was because she had thorns
growing out from underneath her,
which made her scream
And hollar throughout the day
to everyone's dismay!