Once upon post-Covid time,
Few went to work—oh what a climb!
The office sat so big, so tall,
But hardly anyone came at all.
The landlord said, “It’s time to sell,
We’ll make some flats! It’s just as well.”
So out they went with boxes packed,
A new small home was what they lacked.
They searched and searched both near and far,
By bus, by train, by bike, by car.
At last they found (with quite a grin),
A place called Dog House to move in.
“Oh Dog House!” laughed the people so,
“A funny name, we surely know.
But doggies here can wag and roam,
This little house will feel like home!”
It’s close to trains—hooray, hooray!
Much nearer than the old long way.
Yet with few desks, oh dear, oh my,
When all turn up, it’s nose-to-thigh!
Will workers love it? Time will tell.
The Dog House charm may cast its spell.
So pack your laptop, tail, and bone,
This office move’s a brand new home!
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