Quick! I have to write a witty riddle in my manager’s card this afternoon. I’ve bought her a bottle of rum. I thought that was enough but sadly not.
Clearly, I am devoid of wit and intelligence beyond “Thanks for all the stress and yes, S hit really does roll down hill here” which is not acceptable, apparently.
She’s a good laugh and not particularly PC.
Help!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
This year’s work is nearly done
Now to wait for Santa Claus
Merry Christmas to you and yours

I thought there was some fun to be had here but I ended up writing something serious. Sorry. Wish that happened more often though, usually it’s the other way round.

Here’s your card and here’s some rum
Now where’s my raise you mardy bum?..

Out of all the bosses I’ve had, I can safely say that you are one of them.

Love,
Monksie

Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me some more money, you bastard. May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman, Monksie.

Why I am buying you a bottle of rum, should I not be the one getting the rum? 😕

Regards, a slightly miffed Monksie. 😆

“Darling Fascist Bullyboy, Give me some more money, you bastard. May the seed of your loin be fruitful in the belly of your woman”

Errr…

“I’ve bought her a bottle of rum.”
“She’s a good laugh and not particularly PC.”

Otherwise, like the others, it’s great.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

Don’t look glum, I’ve bought you some rum.
Give us a smile before I stick it up your bu*

Ah, you missed the Young Ones quote then 😉

Away in a manager
Get down ye this rum
Then I’ll meet you in the ladies
and give you a bum list of quick wins for next years strategy think space

Not last night but the night before,
Three tom cats came knocking at my door,
One had a trumpet
One had a drum
And one had a gift of this bottle of rum.

(c) Spike Milligan