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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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