Admit it, you’re bored as heck in the office
I gather there’s elsewhere you’d rather be,
Sax on the beach; a yacht jaunt to Baja?
Leave the grind, woman, and come go with me

Only five percent are doing what we love
Such a paltry sum enjoying our own labor,
So off-time fulfillment is more than a must
I’ve got a slate of events to gain your favor

An impulse idea for fun: A couple scratch-offs
A quirky buy on my stop near the corner store,
I’ve got a lucky coin I want you to use
If yours is a winner, I’ll raise it times four

That’s right: My treat, my buy and I’ll raise
Your stakes are potentially a quadruple perk,
And if it turns out your ticket isn’t a winner
My make-your-Friday-fun duty I won’t shirk

If my ticket happens to render a score
All the spoils I hereby pledge to you,
To do with it whatever is your delight
You’ve no expense on my watch, this woo

Is true that chivalry lives in the digital age
A delivery drone shall land at your doorstep,
Tickets to Alexander Hamilton on Broadway
Then Oracle Arena for Steph vs. ‘Bron–Yep, Yep

This pep in my Pamper-Her-Friday step?
Woman, is there any wonder you’re the source,
I meditate on you, there’s no contemplating you
I’ve been communicating signals like code Morse

Be they crystallized in this very letter, my heart
May it elicit a joy you derive from no other man,
Oh, and my scratcher? Well, I scored $500
And the hour of my pledge is now at hand

Stash it away as something of a good luck charm
Now let’s get to commencing our weekend play,
We’ll inaugurate this ours, the Summer of ’16
And what better moment than Pamper-Her-Friday

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Pamper the woman . . . she likes to have fun. -Rg2

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