I once had a boss
Who used words as his gloss
In his reports he would write
And we would need to get it right
So there was always
In his inevitable ways
A word which made you wary
You had to reach for the dictionary
It was before the Internet times
So we had to have a reference to find
And I have wondered since then
Why did he do it - to suit his end
Was it to instruct whoever read it
But would we note and use it once it would fit
I myself saw it was a bit of an ego trip to think
It would improve my vocabulary or put me in the pink
© Paul Warren Poetry
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