Poets, Inc

Part 1 The straggle into the board room, as usual was a bore Idly quoting poets long dead, only this and nothing more Howled when we learned TGIF fridays were forever gones Terrible gnashing of teeth, moaning as we fanned bygones Shouts of poets rebelling, tweeting, only this for evermore Part 2 The question was asked how to whitewash this poetry threat Perhaps fly them to the Zanzibar Meet on the corporate jet Hoping they would argue ad infnitum over poor Carrol's license And no one, not even the ceo, would notice their absence Only this we ask and nothing more, just leave the corporate pet. Part 3 After hours of arguing themselves silly, Paid careful attention to Recuerdo by Milly An Edna Saint reading that is, that brought tears And wiped away those petty, bourgeois fears, Even returning the pet, saying goodbye to pissiness.