Ok, br So it's not my usual style, br It's not like me br To rant and rave br And pound my fists br Out of frustration br It's just not my nature br But ever since this beastly woman br Crossed my path br I've felt br Pent up feelings of rage br Not just tiny little rumbles br No! br Full out br I want to just smack her one br Rage br br Now, br I feel I must apologize again br To any readers that br May have entertained the thought br Of reading this poem... br I truly am sorry br It's just not like me! br This woman br Has ruined so many lives br Has things wound tightly br Around her little finger br So that even her boss br Is scared of her... br br Did I mention br That she might possibly be br A co-worker br (well in theory) br br If I had a magic wand, br I might consider turning her br Into a frog... br It would seem fitting br Green, cold and warty br But alas... br My wand has gone br By the wayside, br Along with sleep br br So unfortunately br I'm left br With a very bitter taste br In my mouth... br br A friend of mine suggests br That I try a new brand br Of mouthwash... br Scotch! ! br br It might just work...