Dear West Side Skids – I have a Shakespearean response from the East Side Skids
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and the Sales Support Team is the sun.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Hey, nothing compares to our Kylie Hay
What fools these mortals be!, dear Lord
Marvel at Deidre and her SPORDS
All that glisters is not gold;
But Paul is something to behold.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!
Karen Magrath solves the Bunnings muddle
What light through yonder window breaks?
Tis Dorine who makes no mistakes.
To die, to sleep, To be or not to be
Heard of Belinda Clark without an e?
She suffers the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
But still completes her cases until exhaustion
Parting is such sweet sorrow,
See you all on the morrow