Another day crossed off the list,

Another day since last we last kissed.

Nothing looks worse, I really think

Than the whiteboard here at Chris Greaves Inc..

Another stroke of the blue felt pen

Reminds me of the times back when

Our lives seemed to be just so in sync..

Now chaos reigns at Chris Greaves Inc..

Another line through the digit table;

Itís the only task of which Iím able

In my corporate role, from the shower, pink

In my morning office at Chris Greaves Inc..

The white board groans beneath its load

Of tallied days marked in blue woad.

Itís enough to drive me to the brink,

The pallor here at Chris Greaves Inc..

The dusterís done no work for weeks,

The vacumn cleaner no longer shrieks,

And we darenít discuss the kitchen sink

Or the lavatory here at Chris Greaves Inc..

The work slows down, the days are quiet;

Gone the frenetic computing riot.

Iíd fly to be with you in a blink

And abandon my realm at Chris Greaves Inc..