The exercise:
So long, November. It's been interesting.
Your prompt today: you just don't get it.
More fun at work this morning.
Mine:
I am losing my mind.
But I'm an optimist,
So I'll tell you one more time.
The first ten times you missed
Were my fault, to be sure.
So, next time: do it like this.
I will keep my thoughts pure.
I will not swear at you, Bill.
But... you're dumb and there's no cure.
Now I'm feeling quite ill,
Cause you just don't get it,
And I know you never will.
Leave me for a minute,
If you would be so kind;
I need to nap for a bit.