Poem about a guy who dresses like a slob and loses his job.
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You lost your job;
So sad but true.
You dressed like a slob.
Now you’re feeling blue.
Your appearance lacked style.
Your manners lacked grace.
And you didn’t have time,
To go wash your face.
The gravy stain on your shirt
Quite frankly looked bad.
And the mustard on your collar
Made you look kind of sad.
So what did you expect?
You know that it’s true.
You’ll never hold a job
Looking the slob like you.
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