You have been chosen to work for my company and of my company you must feel part <br />And you must start from my yard in the morning and finish from where you start <br />These are the boss's orders and if his orders we do not obey <br />He might give us a written warning or worse than that dock us in pay. <br /> <br />There's no one to use work van telephone no one except for Tim <br />As he is my trustworthy foreman and I can depend on him <br />I've been told that Joe used my telephone to company policy he must adhere <br />He rang his Jenny to pick him up, I must have a word in his ear. <br /> <br />And Bill he got off at High street road that fellow is cunning and slack <br />And the next time that he pulls one on me I think I will give him the sack <br />I pay my employees good money yet some of them don't respect me <br />And from now on all disloyal servants should not expect any sympathy. <br /> <br />The next time I talk to my workers I must make my position clear <br />For too long I have been Mr Softy the best way to rule is by fear <br />I'll warn them that I've had enough of all those who choose to undermine <br />And that the next one who pulls fast one on me is putting his job on the line<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boss-s-orders/
