Here’s the same poem I just wrote in the style I want it to be in: like a page from a Shel Silverstein book for adults. If you like it, please share it! Happiness is the point.
Actual poem text is after the break, to make it searchable.
A MODEST PROPOSAL
Oh, there ought to be a naptime every day from twelve to two
Where they cancel all the meetings and the calls are not put through
And then everyone rolls out a mat and curls up on the floor,
So we can catch a dozen winks—and maybe even snore.
They could lower all the windowshades and dim the lights a lick
And there’s be no noise at all except the clock’s assuring tick;
Then I’d get my box of apple juice and snuggle with my teddy
And I wouldn’t have to work again till I was good and ready.
There’s no downside I can think of to this downtime after lunch
It would make our office womblike; it would boost morale a bunch;
And the gain in productivity would offset any loss;
Plus we all know people need it—so can we please try it, boss?