The end of the year was approaching so fast
But the salesman’s performance showed him in last
He realized right now that his actions weren’t bold
The leads passed from marketing had gotten quite cold
He looked with despair at his pipeline so small
To get back on plan, he would have to close it all
He picked up his phone and started to dial
But finding the prospects was an arduous trial
Voicemails, emails, he tried all his tricks
But all of his prospects were waiting for St. Nick
He knew in his heart that he had been lazy
He prayed that his future here wouldn’t be hazy
Next year would be different he vowed out loud
No longer would leads languish about
Time helps no sales or so I’ve been told
Marketing will be proud that I’m carrying my load
I will pounce on hot leads like a lion on prowl
And when I close them, how I will howl!
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