In a store so bright and fair,
Walks a lady with a glare,
Her name is Karen, with a frown,
She's the talk of all the town.
"I want to speak to the manager!" she cries,
With her voice that's far from shy,
"I've got a problem to declare,
And I won't just stand and stare!"
"I want to speak to the manager!" she demands!
The staff, they start to tremble,
For they know she won't be gentle,
With her hair in perfect place,
She demands her rights with grace.
The manager arrives with haste,
"How can I help?" they say with taste,
Karen points and starts her rant,
"Your service here, I just can't stand!"
The manager nods and listens well,
Hoping to break the Karen spell,
But in the end, it’s all the same,
Karen leaves, without a shame.
So if you hear that stern command,
"I want to speak to the manager!" close at hand,
Know that Karen's on the prowl,
With a furrowed brow and scowl.