There were those yellow stains on his shirt
She couldn’t get them away
The detergent didn’t help much
She tried anyway.
They saw the yellow stains
Nothing could be worse
His honour was at stake
Couldn’t she have rubbed enough.
Those yellow stains would stay
As long as she chose her ways
With life invested in office files
Blotches would forever stay.
Yellow stains are irresponsible
Exhibit promiscuous ways
Those appraisals hardly mean a thing
Until you get those stains away!
And so they hang the yellow stains
On the right most shelf with the appreciation card
So the next time you walk into her house
You don’t miss
The Yellow Stains.