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