It was the year 1989, I was in my twenties looking quite fine,
older man Dave would use a pen to sign, a contract to prevent envelope co.
from printing my greeting card Valentine.
Harvey who wrote "Swim with the Sharks"
had a salesman I left scared in the dark.
The salesman didn't know, a contract that says not to show.
To make this happen I went to the Secretary of State,
Incorporated under Sue Chevalier Originals as the name.
Then I bought a suite for big tall Dave
and made him my Vice President, chauffeur, and butler all in one day.
Driving down Highway 280 we did get lost,
but luckily we found the envelope office.
The company door handle was in big gold letter M,
I walked through it with Dave my friend.
Went into a board room with a world map on the wall,
sitting at a large board room table amazed with it all.
Then, the salesman walks in with himself and no pen,
I pull out a fancy one which I did lend.
Then Dave, the salesman and I all signed, a Confidentiality contract
sealing this date in time!
Laughing with a Score representative who retired & old,
He said "Envelope co. can't touch my designs with a 10-foot pole."
Written by Suzyanna Feb.17,2011, updated July 3,2024
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