Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many of you have pushed me to the edge.
And I have no other recourse but to issue 'ultimatums'.
These are your ultimatums.

'This is not acceptable.
First of all...
This is printed in 10-point Ariel.
And any ultimatums you issue to us,
Has to be in the agreed upon 12-point Veranda.

The heading 'Ultimatums' is off center.
And the margins are not defined.

The highlights are missing.
Plus not one 'bullet' appears for emphasis.

How can we possibly take this seriously,
When your approach is not professional at all.

And upon review,
It is clear you did not use a 14-point italic type.
In the preferred Times New Roman.'

First of all...
Let me make this clear.
This is a draft!

The 'final' Ultimatums
Will include your recommendations!
And I expect them to be adherred!
Is that understood?

'Yeah! '

Don't you 'yeah' me boy!

'Yes, Coach Warren.'

Now you boys get back on that field!
And produce for this team,
A winner!
Play like you've got some guts!
You're getting paid enough money,
To do it!
This is 'football'.
Go out there and play.
These fans are paying too much money as it is!
And Jackson?
Don't park your Mercedes in my spot again!
I'll have to fine you.

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