This post is for anyone who has ever fallen in love with a particular office supply, only to come to work one day to find your beloved office supply has gone missing because someone else apparently loved that office supply, too.
Folks have gathered
From near and from far
Taking their seats…
And there you are
Lying still
Atop the tables
An array of colors
White lettered labels
“Mr. Sketch” someone mutters
Removing your top
Writing a name tag
In the middle he stops
He sniffs
Yes, there’s definitely a hint
Could it be? Could it possibly be?!
Yes, that’s definitely mint
Looking around
All over the room
People in suits
Huffing your perfume!
There’s apple and cinnamon,
Orange and blueberry
Licorice, grape,
Raspberry and cherry
No icebreaker needed
For strangers who walked in the door
Bond and write
And smell and smile and giggle galore
You’re simply the best
This much is true
You don’t run dry or gunk up
You don’t bleed through
The room may be too cold
Or for some it’s too hot
The mic screeches with feedback
No more coffee in the pot
The projector bulb blew
And the DVD won’t play
Mr. Sketch you are my one constant
All through the day