A poem i wrote at work last week...

I was maybe tired or crazy or something but composed this strange poem this last week and have just noticed the bit of paper stuck to the wall so thought i would share...you wont get the full effect becasue you cant see the accompanying doodles of Mr Sad or his pickle, so you will just have to use your imagination!!

Mr Sad

Mr Sad has a tear in his eye,
Most people don't even know why!
But, when he was little
He choked on a pickle
Which nearly caused him to die.

Why? you might ask, does this still cause him pain?
Surely this pickle has made him insane!
Ah, the truth you have sought,
He likes pickles a lot
But his attempts to eat them now are in vain.

So, what can we learn from this miserable male?
How can he teach us how best not to fail?
Well, we learn not to wallow
If a pickle we cant swallow!
And here ends this terrible tale...