Paperwork — An Ode
The Never-Ending Growing Pile
It grows, it spreads, it's in your face Your desk is now a cluttered space
You look, you groan, you sit and stare But come what may it still sits there
Now, what to do? You ask yourself Can I just hide it on the shelf?
To sort it is the only way It may well take you a whole day
But once it's done your desk is back Released of an untidy stack
So do it now, just start today And get those papers gone away