Office Haikus

Vince Bunnyman’s day at work through the ancient art of haiku poems.
8:35am.
Morning brings coffee.
Instant, white with one sugar.
No cream biscuit though.
9:03am.
How was your weekend?
Insert meaningless response.
How was your weekend?
10:27am.
Cake for morning tea.
Double chocolate mud cake.
Fat fat fatty fat.
11:06am.
First meeting of day.
Statistics fly like seagulls.
Noisy and pointless.
12:49pm.
Soup sits on my breath.
In drastic need of some gum.
Don’t reach under desk.
1:19pm.
Email down again.
IT put down the donuts.
People need their porn.
2:10pm.
Where is my red pen?
Stationary cabinet
is empty again.
2:14pm.
Seriously now,
who has taken my red pen?
Now forced to use blue.
3:33pm.
Another meeting.
Dave’s process presentation.
Try to look awake.
4:41pm.
With my new haircut.
I’m told I look a bit like,
one Michael Buble.
5:00pm.
As five o’clock strikes.
Everyone’s thoughts turn to home.
My thoughts turn to beer.
Epilogue:
Spending the whole day.
Thinking of haikus at work.
Yields little output.