When bored,
Or driven berserk
By the toadish
Drudgery of work,
I like to play
Meeting room bingo
The word game
Of corporate lingo
For four players
Or more.

The more hackneyed
The saw,
The more
You score.
Anyone who dares
To be original
Move back
Three squares.

For in the kingdom of the bland
The blue-sky thinker is king.
And let’s not forget that
From the same hymn sheet
We all should sing.

Heaven forbid
That money should be left
On the table,
Although we should grab
The low-hanging fruit
If we’re able.

I like to picture them
As pendulous plums.