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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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