The bosses bike is broken And I'm trying not to laugh And just as well I'm not around So now he cannot call me staff I lurk around to haunt him When he goes about his chores And when he gets complacent That's when I try to even scores Cause the boss gets very cheeky And he plays his little games It used to drive me balmy When to me, he passed the blame One wheel has gone quite wonky And got a bit off track It tried to go the other way When the boss was up the back He said that it was random That he didn't do a thing He doesnt know what I have done When I want to clip his wing I remember all his antics When I hung my head in shame The bikes gave me some troubles And he passed to me, the blame. This time HE was walking It made me want to smirk Cause he was such a despot When he wanted me to work.

And the shit he used to give me When one switch was out of place I had to dish it back to him Just to get him off my case. This time he was on his own And to me it seems quite plain There's no one else to turn to So he cannot pass the blame. So next time something happens And things don't go his way Something of his is broken Or the dogs wont work one day. It might just be the shepherd From several years ago Getting up to mischief Cause he wants the boss to know. That the shepherd is still watching With my pen poised to take aim Making sure that I don't cop it Should he try to pass the blame. A Shepherd

The Bosses Bike is Broken