CHANGE OF PACE
‘Twas in the locker room
Jeff met the DAS
A skimpy towel across his ass
“So how’s that briefing paper, son?”
“I’m on it, sir. It’s almost done.”
With that the DAS reached
For his lock
His towel slipped
Jeff saw his
Sock he’d been looking for
On the floor
Since then Jeff doesn’t
Bike to work no more

PESTS
Summer in DC
Here come hoards of cicadas
Dressed up as interns

BUTTONED UP
In August, muggy, humid, hot
If one thing a civil servant’s not
It’s informal.
So though the temperature is high
You still won’t catch him
Without a tie
Or jacket, if he has a meeting
Buttoned up, or else it’s cheating.
And yet you’ll never see him sweat
Know why?
He’s a bureaucrat –
They’re always dry.

DC WEEK, COMMUTED
On Monday I sweat on the S1
On Tuesday the blue and orange line
On Wednesday I fried
On my bicycle ride
On Thursday I swore I was done.
And I really was done because
On Friday it was my flex day.

NOTHING TO SNEEZE AT
The intern was a student young
Who came to DC seeking some
Experience for her resume.
Of that her biggest takeaway
That’s with her to this very day
Was an allergy to pollen.

MENTAL HEALTH DAY
Jack wants to leave
Early he’s got
Nats tickets
For noon
Takes sick leave
Baseball fever