Voice of Another

In shadows cast by a lantern's flicker,
whispered words grow loud, swift, a snicker.
Echoes of laughter in the old warehouse
mingle with memories of abandoned vows.

"Ever tried to file reports while balancing on one wheel?" she mused,
as the stapler danced, a tango of bolts and brassy delight.

The window creaked open, divulging a secret
in a language unknown, a voice quiet yet replete.
"Beware the punctuation pirates," they said,
"with commas for swords, the literal dread."

In the buzzing boardroom, one could barely hear the agenda,
as Queen Bee sat regal, issuing break policies in hexagons.