Liza Sud

Mister Lee Is Austere, - Poem by Liza Sud

Mister Lee is austere,
His cough is scary and short.
He needs a good doctor’s treatment,
and also a warmer shirt.

When he shouts about budget -
It is heard in the kitchen.
But he is gentle sometimes,
As the far morn in Korea.

Topic(s) of this poem: office

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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