This was originally a prose story, but I thought it’d work better as a poem.
Karl the Kangaroo,
Was a well-known name,
He owned a company,
That made mobile games,
He was very rich,
And he wore a smart suit,
You may think that funny,
But he wasn’t so cute,
He didn’t hop,
Or bounce like a hare,
He’d walk down halls slowly,
With a vicious cold stare,
Karl had employees,
And he gave them pay,
But frequently denied them,
Necessary off-days,
He wouldn’t give them time off,
He ignored every plea,
From every worker who needed,
To see their family,
He silenced chatter,
And birthday greetings,
The room would turn cold,
When he went to his meetings,
The cloud that he brought,
Over workers was huge,
He was less a Skippy than
An Ebenezer Scrooge.
One worker, Rob, thought,
‘Perhaps he is bad,
Because deep down,
He’s really just…
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