A Nice Office Job

A pleasant role at a good company - a rhyming poem.

Some office work to stimulate,
Make money as I do.
I never seem to come in late
Or ever make them stew.
Concern for tasks to get them done,
So now l'll key it in -
Converse to spark some lively fun
While conscious of the din.

But still this job I'm paid to fill
Supports a helpful cause.
And never will my boss instill
A most reserved applause.
She views my functions with a hand
As calm and sweet as I -
And as I greet each new demand,
It's rare she sits close by.

As long as I stay at this job,
I earn some due respect;
For never do I seem to throb -
No headaches to detect.
Just being true and sanctified
To try to do my best...
Employer truly satisfied,
I wake to now get dressed...