Twas the night before retirement, when all through
Sure Flow Not a sales rep was working, Cause Bob’s gonna go. The
files were hung by Fiona with care, With sadness that no letter
B would be there. The sales department will
miss Bob’s humor they said, While visions of pink files danced in
their heads. With Julia in her jacket, and Daniel wearing his cap,
Poor Bob is freezing! (the furnace is taking a nap!) When out on
the lawn there arose such a clatter, Bob sprang from his desk to
see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the blinds as he tripped on the trash. The manicured lawn
was covered with snow; The flags proudly waving as the wind started
to blow. When, what to Bob’s wondering eyes did he see? But a Gold
Saturn Vue parked beside a pine tree! No more early mornings with
Todd in the car, Trying to be the first person in the sales office
by far He’s the little old driver, so lively and quick, Who drives
on the highway as fast as St. Nick! And sadly…. “No Dilbert! No
Singing! No risque remarks! No more forms to fill out,
for those hungry accounting Sharks! So Bob; we’re going to miss
you, and all of your jokes; Best wishes from your co-workers – 20
memorable years with us folks!” Happy Retirement!