"Tom Smith to the office" the tannoy said His heart sank as he raised his head. He knew redundancies were in the air But never thought he'd be there. Tom walked the aisle of the factory floor And thought he'd never reach the door. His legs were heavy and each tread Took him closer to the life ahead. When he reached the office the secretary said "Oh go on in Tom" then she nodded her head "Mr. Brown is waiting for you" So he went in what else could he do. "We've won a new contract" Mr. Brown said "So there'll be plenty more work ahead" Tom collapsed in a chair, relief on his face. 'Oh why is employment such a rat race' He picked himself up and hurried outside To spread the good news, but he broke down and cried.
Reason for writing:
job security
Birth sign: Pisces
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