Hounding the rose garden
with a turnip-snouted affair
could lead to regret
as long as you flub up
the orders coming in
at a mile a minute.

If you bring out
the best of the vichyssoise
for our esteemed colleague
on the day of his daughter’s wedding,
I’d say you’ll have
plenty of opportunities
to capitalize on his granting of favors.

First on the docket:
get that petty Ms. Nightingale
to put a lid on her trombone practice
between 8 and 9:30pm on Tuesdays.