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Retirement Poem

This is the day you hang it all up
We drink to you from a paper cup
From the boss not a tear
Let the door hit your rear
For his office you did corrupt
Hunting and fishing ahead for you
Play cards drink beer if you want to
Excuse if I enquire
What's new when you retire
How will we know the day you do
The future I see one change real soon
The company I see a major boon
Toilet paper and stock
Towels and soap not lock
Big jump in supplies for the wash room
I don't want to seem a bit lofty
For real I'm just a big softy
Something you should know
We will all miss you so
Cause you made the best pot of coffee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 2/16/2018 7:55:00 AM
A fun read, James. Well done.
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Date: 2/8/2017 1:58:00 PM
ha ha ha great string of limericks love the humour in the third stanza:-) hugs Jan xx
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