A Night in the Office

A paper clip danced across my desk,
Happy not to be straight,
The clock marked time upon the wall,
Measuring the tardiness of those late.
The hole punch was making holes,
That’s what it’s prone to do,
The Post-it’s hung on, then escaped,
The likes of me and you.
The pencils honed themselves razor sharp,
The pens hid under their lid,
The rubbers (erasers) were is a disgusting mood,
I’ll not tell you what they did.
The paperwork completes itself,
And for once the paper’s right,
But so you’re not aware of it’s sentience,
The words fade with the early light.
The mouse was minding it’s own business,
Until along came a mouse so real,
Who was in an amorous mood,
So he tried to cop a feel.
The monitor entertained all and sundry,
With “interesting” internet sites,
These and other things all occur,
On your desk at night.

During a calm moment I looked down at my desk and thought, "I wonder what happens on here at night?" Then, I had the urge and I started writing.