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who worked at an office,
He sat at his desk,
feeling quite morose.
His feet couldn't reach the ground, no matter how hard he tried,
And he longed for a footstool,
to sit on with pride.
He asked his boss,
if he could please have a stool,
To rest his feet on,
while he worked,
that would be cool.
But his boss just laughed and said, "You don't need a footstool,
Just sit up straight and work,
like a good little fool."
The boy was disappointed,
but he didn't give up,
He kept on requesting,
his request file grew and grew. Months turned to years,
and still no footstool in sight,
The boy grew frustrated,
he just couldn't get it right.
But all he got was a request file,
That seemed to grow and grow.
He tried to make do with what he had,
But it was hard to get by.
He longed for a little comfort,
But it seemed that it was not to be.
Finally, after much frustration,
The boy had had enough.
He took the request files,
And placed it on the floor.
He stood upon it,
And felt the relief he'd been seeking.
No longer was he uncomfortable,
For he'd found a way to make his own footstool,
Using nothing but a request files and his own ingenuity
