Caramel Frappuccino Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I called my boss to let her know that I'd be late
this morning, when she asked where I was
I told her that I was waiting for my frappuccino,
That I had ordered extra cream & they were steaming it fresh.
She explained to me that this would be my third time in three months.
She sighed and told me to hurry up,
I assured her that I was doing the best that I could
But it would be the last time.
She thought about it for a second and told me that it sounded
good & asked if I'd bring her one, I hesitated for a second and laughed
When she asked why was that so funny
I asked her what was policy against sexual harassment again?