So I’m walking to work on your very last day
And a poem has decided to flow my way
Because of the time, short this must be
As waiting you are for the coffee on me!
All that I wish to say my dear friend
Is good luck with what’s waiting for you ’round the bend
For now the most important thing you must do
Is keep your artistic hands away from the poo!
Well this is all I could think of in such a short time
Whilst I stopped by Arbutus and froze my behind
So in closing I say to my very dear friend
May you never say the word 1870 again!