...which is why they put me to work! Naah, just kidding, I wanted to. And. It. Was. STICKY!
And they wrote me a little poem too:
Though we don't have as much talent in rhymes
We sure can loudly use our chimes
To wish you: Happy Birthday - a thousand times!
A little poem for H.I.M.
Some say he dreams in text
And that makes everyone perplexed
But we all know he is complex
For as he is skilled in words
His imagination breaks records,
So that we may call him - Lord of the boards!
We dont know how good he sings,
But you should taste his sticky chicken wings
For it is a feast fit for kings
And though he seems a little cryptic
We can tell you he is artistic
And his presence is addictive.
So Happy Happy Birthday for yesterday
To our fellow Copy, yay!!!
Copy's edit:
I seriously didn't touch that text. Not one word, comma or full stop. Neither corrected, changed, moved nor added. So thanks guys!
For the ones who are thinking: "why is this guy so personal all of a sudden, isn't this text supposed to be the voice of the agency or... stuff?" ...just enjoy it will ya? :)
Just one thing: The sticky chicken wings... they were actually sticky pork ribs ;) But hey... you can't mess with the poet's rhyme, right?
Aaaand, here's the actual food:
