Perspiring, but quietly confident The applicant perused the panel Regarding them garbed resplendent In their suits made by Chanel The questions started gently An easy introduction In the questions there was plenty Of scope for extrapolation The applicant seemed more assured As the interview progressed But became completely moored By a stumping questing test Suddenly assurance left Their mind went starkly black The applicant felt bereft For there was no way, to pull back The job was being ripped away Before their very eyes The applicant now rues the day That nerves were their demise But as the hopeful shook their hands The employers shared a look For here they all understand This decision's not by the book For the applicant's a relative Of the owner of the company So this process is all just a sham And the righteous remain comfy