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64. Kitchen Staff Oath

I should have listened to my intuition
Before I applied for a kitchen position

Now I am cursed with this temporary career
The Kitchen Staff Oath begins right here:

I promise to wash every dish spotless clean
And fill the lawn tractor with the right gasoline

There is no excuse for coming to work late
I will come every morning in a hygienic state

I swear to never abuse my coworkers with mayonnaise
Violence is not the answer- I will live by that phrase

Water fights are for idiots; this summer I will be mature
I'm prepared for all hardships that I will endure

I will survive this through blood, sweat, and tears
At any moment in the day, I will be glad to be here

I shall be obedient to the almighty boss
With a smile on my face, I will never be cross

Never will I eat and ice cream sandwich that is not mine
I'll clean the floor to perfection, never will I step out of line

Most of all, NEVER will I procrastinate, argue, or loaf
I will abide by the kitchen staff oath
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