She doesn't have an ugly face
but with a look, I'm in my place.
A warty nose does not adorn
her features in the early morn.

She doesnt have a pointy hat
nor broom to transport wicked cat.
Her hair's short not long and tangled
but her chin looks badly mangled.

How was I to guess from this
that she would snarl and she would hiss,
whilst sitting on the Queen Bee's chair
looking at me with haughty glare.

The new 'Boss Lady' drags me down,
causing me to stamp and frown.
No skills possessed in supervising
I really feel my anger rising

For her I have lost all respect
a chill from me, she may detect.
I've worked happily for many a year
but 'she' makes me want to disappear.

And though it's a scary thing to do
I have to tell her, 'Dear, screw you'
and move away from this harridan
find something that is less maddenin'