Timbre-ly, Kimberly skips down the street
Hips swing, skirts fling, she's going to meet
Harold in the mailroom later in the day
Sunlight shines upon her as she goes upon her way.
Moping, Sloping, Harold joins the queue
For his morning coffee, wondering what to do.
His quest: Pert Breast under Flashing Eyes.
His frown, turned down, how could he survive?
Later in the morning how she wants to greet him,
Hears the trolley rattle and her heart leaps up to meet him,
Swinging 'round the corner, tossing on her tray
Daily mail and comment, "How are you today?".
Lasted but an instant - off he goes again.
She's left in a vacumn, filling up with pain.
Harold - why not linger, stop and have a chat?
Get to know each other? Nothing wrong with that!
In the elevator, Harold does descend
Back down to the mailroom, to staple, fold and bend.
Later in the morning, Harold has a hunch
That if the sun is shining he will meet her out at lunch.