“Yes” is a word he says “right well.”
This insures that he may long dwell,
On said board, making things to jell,
Jumping to the “top’s” beck and bell,
Buying the big man’s constant sell,
(Pretending worship when he fell)
Loyally following the “spell,”
Both up the hill and through the dell,
No “No’s” are whispered in his shell,
He’d never think a “No” to yell.
Who is this man of whom I tell?
He’s a “yes man.” You know him well. -eab, 9/29/08
Written at Westfield,Indiana
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