J P Poem by Raymond Farrell

J P Magillicutie
Was a government employee
He went to the office everyday
To wile the hours away
Moving bits of paper from left to right
To left and back to right
His bowels were regular, his breath was sweet
His hair was short, his desk was neat
A regular bureaucratic kinda guy
Just milkin' the system to get by
For all his foibles, he was no fool
Every mindful of the most important rule
Not to look out the window till well past noon
Lest you have nothing to do in the afternoon.