It’s Friday before Christmas

With God’s help you'll 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.