There was a young lady named Candice,
who worked in a trader’s back office
When the stock market crashed
Her job, her life got trashed
Candice was laid off without notice
Merry Christmas to you…
Your job is all through…
Her boss called her in
Then pipped with a grin:
“Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to you!”
Candice didn’t dally about
On his ear she landed a clout!
“Sorry” said she “but my hand did so itch…”
“to give you that clout, you son of a b—h!”
Sporting a grin Candice strolled out.