It’s Friday before Christmas, with God’s help you might see through

The Saturnalian orgy of the Office Christmas Do.

 

The booze flowed free and freely, the dancing not as good;

We’d just been singing “Feed The World” while scoffing Christmas pud.

 

Cassandra took her panties off (What a sport she’s been)

I hoiked her for a photo on the copier machine.

 

And Malcolm had been boasting about how much beer he’d sup -

I saw him in the car park later crawling, throwing up.

 

And Jenny must remember that tomorrow she should floss,

Securing her promotion with a blow-job on the boss.

 

Then Ken biffs Bob from Marketing as others join the row

It’s all to do with Brexit so it’s Black Eye Friday now.

 

You’ve been on best behaviour (or so your memory thinks)

Until you’re back in January-

to knowing nods and winks.