(Enter Supervisor)So, I was gonna write this out as a shakespeare scene, with a lazy attempt at iambic pentameter, but I just can't be bothered.
At a meeting at work this morning the supervisor started off by asking the people who parked in a prohibited area to go move their cars. After a dozen people left to do so, he lectured the rest of us about not parking there.
I just incredulously asked him "Why are you telling us?"
Supervisor:
Hark!
How many times must I repeat my words?
You people have the mindfulness of birds!
We've dedicated spaces for our cars,
Specific areas marked out with white bars.
And yet you park your vehicles out where
The red lines say you cannot have cars there!
The white zone is where cars can be condoned,
There is no stopping in the red-lined zone!
I say to all who see my furrowed brow,
If your car's in the red, then go right now
And move it to the white-lined zone forthwith
Or else I'll dock your pay at least one-fifth!
(Exeunt everyone with a car in the red zone)
Supervisor:
Alas, see how these mottled fools depart!
The lesson here, you must all take to heart!
I've told you all, and told you all again,
How many times? Like five? Or eight? Or ten?
Your vehicles do not belong out there
In places marked with obvious red flair!
If you should dare to break this rule once more,
I'll sack your ass, and you'll be out the door!
(Gruebeard raises a hand)
Gruebeard:
Sir, I'd just like to point out one thing here,
The people in this room are in the clear.
We parked our cars where our cars should belong,
We're all aware that red zone parking's wrong.
The ones who broke the rule are all outside,
The ones in here know how the rule's applied.
So while I do not wish to make a fuss,
Why the hell are you here scolding us?