Waltzing with Walter He drooled on my shoulder Friends laughed at me Walter turned to flee Knocking over Leigh And the punch bowl of iced tea Now look what you've done This dance is no fun Cinnabons anyone? With drool on my shoulder My temperature colder Walter exposure
I had a co-worker named Walter who would actually drool when he talked, like all the time, and it would land on his desk. No fail. His name popped into my head and I wrote this poem.
Sam
Feature Photo Credit: @maximpolak via Twenty20
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