P-faf (Poem for a friend)

Eight hundred and thirty one days

The time that I've known you

It has simply flown by

And now you're off to pastures new

Our early days occupied by

Endless training schemes

Bearing no real relation to

Their ways, routines and means

But you soon showed yourself

Tough, relentless, made me smile

Wouldn't give even an inch

Let alone a long and lonely mile

You're dizzy, often ditsy

The worst sufferer of the sugar rush

But you know all the guys

Would describe you as positively lush

You have the worst case

Of the dropsies I've ever known

In meetings it's endless crashing

Of pens, notebooks and phone

How many phone screens you've busted

Is just beyond belief

But you'll always have the tech guys

Crawling at your feet

I'll miss you Miss Keatley

And Vicki Tatters will too
Keep up with the Instas
Of Tower Bridge and London Zoo

I'll miss you, Josephine Keatley
*wipes a small tear from his eye*
Time for you to spread your London wings
And fly, my pretty, fly