A day in the Office

I scampered through the planner,
The monthly Project status,
Work on our list,
Milestones to reach and pass by,
All running through the mind,
Like school children at recess.

A report is to be made.
Highlighting our accomplishments,
Painting the failings in favorable tones
And concealing the blunders,
Under the carpet floor.

Thinking up a careful draft,
With delicate play of words.
I picked my pen,
And instead wrote a poem.