At the office of yesteryear

At the office of yesteryear

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Hello Mr Snollygoster
or should I call you
Mr Ninnyhammer?
Oh stop lollygagging
and get to work Mr Throttlebottom.
Where’s the boss?
Oh you mean Mr Smellfungus.
Yes Mr Curmudgeon!
Would you please keep
your insults to yourself,
you ultracrepidarian,
rantipole.
How are you my dear?
I’m bumfuzzled.
Well it won’t be long
and you’ll feel
the snickersnee
in your back.
Ok slubberdegullions
be quiet I can’t think.

And there you have it
another day in the world
of politeness.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


Author's Note

andrew mitchell
A lot of words no longer in use until now!

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