Monday, March 1, 2010

Ode to Pay Slip

Oh Pay slip.
With your white page and black ink
What I’d do without you - I hate to think

Oh Pay slip.
I haven’t known you long
But I can tell that we belong

Oh Pay slip.
I am now employed
And you make me overjoyed.

2 comments:

Kellyansapansa said...

Haha - great poem! I absolutely live for pay day, it sucks that I'm paid monthly though :o(

Farmers Wife said...

I've also recently met Mr Payslip and I love him so....

 

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