Rediculous Lynn's Office Antics

Oh, Rediculous Lynn, we’re clocking in again,

With crooked fingers, bringing us to our end.

Every morning, the scene stays the same,

You shuffle in with that loud voice, oh what a game.

Papers flying, you don’t like the report,

"This is ridiculous!" rings out from your court.

Got a frown like a thundercloud,

Complaints that echo loud,

Here comes the storm, you’re brewing up a fuss,

Turning smiles into dust.

Rediculous Lynn, queen of the office grind,

Everything’s a hassle and a pain to find.

We’ve tried to be nice, but your grumbles won't cease,

In your little kingdom, there’s never any peace.

With crooked fingers, you type that complaint,

Every little issue makes you feel like a saint.

Pop your head up and warn us of doom,

In a world of sunshine, you bring all the gloom.

You light the fire, then douse the flame,

Whispered resentment, it’s a losing game.

Can’t you see, Lynn, that it’s time to retire?

But you’re just a fuse to our frustration’s fire.

Rediculous Lynn, king of the frowns and scowls,

Drowning in problems, you bark and howl.

Just take a break, but you never will cease,

In your little kingdom, there’s never any peace.

Oh, we roll our eyes, try not to take the bait,

But every day is a battle against your noisy fate.

Underneath the harshness, we wish you the best,

But before you go on, just give us a rest.

So here’s to you, Rediculous Lynn,

We’ll laugh about it when you’re not in.

The clock ticks down, your pension awaits,

Hope you find joy, in your new golden gates.