Ode to Owen

It was sometime in 96, I think
When you moved in on the 5th floor
Helping to set up our new home
With Procurement just next door
In our little office
We had a lot of fun
Worked hard, and then drank hard
Never to be outdone
With Scotch eggs for breakfast
Smothered in hot pepper sauce
Always and ever true professionals
We were HR, of course 

Trying to escape from Anthea
Was a daily chore
She could talk for England
And then she’d talk some more
Playing basketball with waste paper
Used to get on Jenny’s wick
But then she bought us a proper hoop
Man that did the trick
Then you left to go procure stuff
While off on adventures I went
But no matter where I was
Hot pepper sauce was my supplement

When I returned last year
It was as if time had just stood still
We had banter, laughs, and lots of gripes
Until we’d had our fill
We shared lots of good times
Others I’ll never mention again
They’re between you and me, buddy
Thank god I’ll never have to explain…
And now, you’re on an adventure
But I know you’ll be Owen, just you
I’ll catch you up one day mate
And we’ll share a beer or two

bj