A Boss on a Stretch Assignment Needs a Poem

Going Places

There was once an FSO on a stretch assignment in Burkina Faso

A real “Theory Y” type, a nurturing pencil thin mustache kind 
It worked exceptionally well so, he now is going places, O―

Corridor reputation and all that excepted,

I must say I’d follow this one with no qualms,

All the way ― even to Tobago, Sam.

There was once an FSO on a stretch assignment in Timbuktu

A real “Theory X” McCoy, a “throw you in the ocean” ahoy!

It was a bad, grainy, B movie horror show. Oh boo!

She, too, is now going places, O ―

I’m sorry I must say ― “no, thank you” I’d rather go
To Ouga than spend three years in Paris with vous.