Whiskers and rubber chickens, tossing melodies off key,
a dimly lit corridor echoes laughter, misplaced,
where was the balloon, the penguin said it would be here.
This is not your average circus.
The boss, in a tutu, twirls amidst the chaos,
a mime trapped in a box of his own making.
The potato peeler, a weapon of choice,
during culinary war games in the break room,
Bob finds his true calling, champion of diced carrots.
Remember the karaoke night?
Susan's octopus impression stole the show, tentacles weaving tales of lost urban legends.
Pressing buttons, causing malfunctions.
Click here to initiate disaster.