{"id":4243,"date":"2021-12-15T14:17:41","date_gmt":"2021-12-15T22:17:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4243"},"modified":"2021-12-22T12:42:23","modified_gmt":"2021-12-22T20:42:23","slug":"211215","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/12\/15\/211215\/","title":{"rendered":"211215"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2021\/211215.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>211215<br \/>\nBacardi party<\/p>\n<p>The office Christmas party fun<br \/>\nWas started with Bacardi rum<br \/>\nThe punch was spiked, the bongs were lit<br \/>\nAnd HR didn&#8217;t give a shit<br \/>\nThe mistletoe was hung with care<br \/>\nAbove the boss&#8217;s derri\u00e8re<br \/>\nThe secretaries did burlesque<br \/>\nWhile interns banged upon a desk<br \/>\nThe salesmen want to get ahead<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s too hard, that&#8217;s what she said<br \/>\nThen Santa came in through the rear<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s when the party got in gear<br \/>\nWhile eating snacks and drinking beer<br \/>\nHe punched an elf and shot eight deer<br \/>\nThis should have ended his career<br \/>\nBut he&#8217;ll be back same time next year<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"211215 Bacardi party The office Christmas party fun Was started with Bacardi rum The punch was spiked, the bongs were lit And HR didn\\'t give a shit The mistletoe was hung with care Above the boss\\'s derri\u00e8re The secretaries did burlesque While interns banged upon a desk The salesmen want to get ahead But it\\'s too hard, that\\'s what she said Then Santa came in through the rear That\\'s when the party got in gear While eating snacks and drinking beer He punched an elf and shot eight deer This should have ended his career But he\\'ll be back same time next year\", \"US English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>211215 Bacardi party The office Christmas party fun Was started with Bacardi rum The punch was spiked, the bongs were lit And HR didn&#8217;t give a shit The mistletoe was hung with care Above the boss&#8217;s derri\u00e8re The secretaries did burlesque While interns banged upon a desk The salesmen want to get ahead But it&#8217;s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2021\/12\/15\/211215\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">211215<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[51,47,68,53,60,39,97,94,17,24,15,14],"class_list":["post-4243","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-animals","tag-calendars","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-guns","tag-holidays","tag-naughty","tag-numbers","tag-poo","tag-pot","tag-work","tag-xmas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4243"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4243"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4243\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4244,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4243\/revisions\/4244"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}