The Office

Poem about my summer job. Very general poem.

The Office

It’s a square, it’s a box
It’s a house with locks

The boss is out often
It’s only us and the office.

We sit at our desks
Working on our computers

In absolute silence
We enjoy each other’s presence

The work load is fair
Giving no pressure nor despair

With confidence we perform
With pleasure we earn our pay

Till four pm we stay
In this open-house-office for another day