ODE TO BARRY
ODE TO BARRY
There was an old codger named Barry
For our firm daily, he'd drive and he'd carry
With a grin and a wink, he'd tell jokes galore
We'd moan and we'd groan and fall on the floor
Many names he's been called - but none of them hairy!
'Twas "Dee's" Transport who paid for his fuel and oil
But our firm all day was for whom he did toil
He wrapped and he strapped and would load his own truck
He'd even been known to clean up our muck
A team player for sure - and the salt of the soil!
From Trent to Toronto, many towns he resided
Why was this gentleman so undecided?
A good woman he needed, to love him and care
Along came Leanne, a Winnipeg gal so sunny and fair
She's the girl of his dreams and NOW he's decided!
They moved to T.O. - 17 years would pass and they marry at last
A good man to be sure - but not very fast!
Then it's time to pack up and move out to Trenton
A new house they've bought, 'tis peace they are bent on
But he has to resign - and we're all so aghast!
We'll miss this guy who neither shirked nor did tarry
And what will we do with no puns now to parry?
He's a friend we'll remember with memories so fond
We wish him good times and good health on old Quinte Pond.
Yes, this fellow we'll miss - this old codger named Barry!
c ELR 2013
Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013
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