My second week’s timesheet poem. We had an employee leave, and others head off on an adventure, and another “farewell” a sticky situation. Probably a bit hard for others to appreciate these, as they have some “in” jokes but thought I’d share anyway. They are going down well at work 🙂
The weekend beckons a lamented departure,
Sadly we will farewell our golden archer.
Yet fear not, for a better shot is not found
She will find the mark; both feet on solid ground
The three bicycleteers also left this week
Not to conquer a Giro but the Gibb’s creek.
Fond farewells, and good fortunes bestowed
Their success raised before even on the road
Lastly we can not forget dozer Phil
In mud stuck like cement; against his will.
His mind thought not of his time sheet
But best you all do, to keep our maiden sweet!