Confidential memo 

<br/><br/> Oh Lord, give me a gentle boss Who, when his wife has made him cross, Does not storm in with flaming mien And vent on me his outraged spleen And is not immune to the art of giving Leaves opportunity for pleasure Don't let us meet- Who gives me (when deserved) applause, Who seeks no microscopic flaws, Who knows the higher cost of living Whose voice is clear, dictation slow, Who's often out of town and so And coffee downstairs at my leisure And Lord' enroute thus, without warning as you did this morning! -Helen Gorn Sutin