Modern day Management

The factory workers downed their tools
As the foreman yelled and spat
'Get back to bloody work,' say's he
'Or i'll fire the bloody lot

'No way' the men as one replied
'We must all say no to that
There's a rat out on that factory floor
And its bigger than a Cheshire cat'

The foreman spat, 'are you all cowards'
As he stormed in showing no fear
Now the bites unit say he's very ill
And the bandages must stay on one year

So the factory cats were sent inside
Their shrieks were filled with pain
As they charged out from the open gate
And were never seen again

We must do something bloody quick
The president did relate
'So right sir,' said the next in charge
'We must try and negotiate'

So the meeting it was all arranged
The company called all hands
As the rat stood on the conferance table
And thrashed out its demands

Then the meeting soon had ended
Things would never be the same
The rat and its kind are now in charge
Its all part of this management game

Gerald J Tate