Oh skort, oh skort, on hot and steamy days
When warehouse temperatures are sauna-esque
And sweat soaks me in not-so-subtle ways
I only wish for cooler modes of dress
But dirt and toner coat each bag and box
And thus successively rubs off on me
I cannot clothe myself in fancy frocks
For comfort in the high humidity
So I could bend and squat and stay discreet
I'd just wear shorts, but now I have been told
I can't, because I mainly park my seat
Down at my desk, where A/C keeps it cold
So skorts it is - they're not forbidden clothes
But, IMO, this dress code really blows.
