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Rainbow Man
He of the Seven Colour name,
In appearance an Honourable Man,
So full of sharp practice
As was the company he ran.
Out on the road
Working at full steam
Keeping appointments made
By his tele sales team.
I could travel many miles just
To be told by the One I'd gone to see,
They said you were in the area
And would love a cup of tea.
It was such a busy day
And I told them so:
I only agreed to see you
Just so they'd let me go,
I'm really sorry mate
Of your company I've no need
But your telephone team
Are such a tenacious breed.
If the appointment was genuine
You'd better have closed it on your own
Or he of the Seven Colours would
Steal it if they later bought by phone.
And the Man of Seven Colours
And his management team
Found many different ways
To plot and scheme
Thus to ensure
Sales targets weren't made
And thus cutting down
On sales commissions paid.
He of The Seven Colour name
Just couldn't get it right
He even phoned to sack me
Very late one Sunday night.
I really rued the day
That I chanced to meet
That greedy, lying
Thieving young cheat;
But of course he prospered in
His eleventh commandment way
Of, Don't do as I do mate
Just you do as I say.
He of the Seven Colour name,
In appearance an Honourable Man,
Was so full of sharp practice
As was the company he ran.
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