My Office
IN OUR PALACE, IS THIS SMALL PLACE I CALL MY OFFICE. IN THIS TINY SPACE SITS THE FAMILY THRONE. WHEN IN MY USE, IT'S MY VERY OWN. HERE ALONE I MAY SIT AND THINK AND IF IT STARTS TO STINK, I CAN TAKE IT AWAY WITH JUST A QUICK SPRAY. I MAY EVEN FLUSH AWAY MY PROBLEMS FOR THE DAY.
IN MY OFFICE, I SIT ON MY THRONE, REFLECT ON DAYS GONE BY AND HOW THE CHILDREN HAVE GROWN. SOMETIMES I THINK OF ALL THE PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN. I CAN READ AND RELAX, TOO BAD MY OFFICE DOESN'T HAVE A FAX.
YOU MAY USE MY OFFICE WHEN IN NEED. HANDLE YOUR BUSINESS, AND DO YOUR DEED. ALL I ASK IN RETURN, KEEP IT FRESH AND CLEAN YOUR MESS. IT'S OKAY IF A MATCH MUST BURN, ONE OF LIFE'S LITTLE LESSONS SOME STILL HAVE YET TO LEARN. YOU'LL BE THANKFUL NEXT TIME IT'S YOUR TURN.
BECAUSE I CARE...
MY OFFICE I WILL SHARE.
SO IF YOU MIGHT HAVE SPRINKLED WHEN YOU TINKLED, BE A SWEETIE AND CLEAN THE SEATIE. AND IF YOU MISS WHEN YOU SHOOT, GIVE AN HOOT AND DON'T POLLUTE.
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