The Man in a Tie

There once was a man,
The Man in a Tie,
Who stood in the back
With his watchful eye.

Everything seemed good
Under his control,
Each coming problem
Hid from his patrol.

The Man in a Tie
Seemed almost regal.
He was just so good,
Quite phenomenal.

But it wasn't this man
Who was really in charge,
The man and his tie
Weren't really so large.

The Man with Flipflops
Was king of the court.
The Man in a Tie
Nothing of this sort.

Yet with shirt and tie,
The man still held rule.
Needed not title,
As Flipflop Fool.

It was the good work
From which he derived
Virtue and honor,
Both of which thrived.

The Man in a Tie
Had done really well.
But the day must come,
Where he says farewell.

After he has left,
Pick up all the slack.
Honorable work
Brings his mem'ry back.