Love Sonnets of an Office Boy

This morning when we come to work I got / Jammed in the elevator back of you, and there / They made you stick your elbow in me where / The mince pie lands; the lunch that I had brought / Was all smashed flat, but still I didn't care; / You leaned against me, for you couldn't stand / Because the ones in front were crowdin', and / My nose was pressed deep into your back hair.

I wish we'd had to go ten times as high, / Or else that we'd be shootin' upward yet, / And never stop no more until we'd get / Away above the clouds and in the sky, / And you'd lean back forevermore and let / Your hairpins always jab me in the eye.