My time at this company has come to an end,

I’ll be sad to go because I’ve made some good friends;

From management to typists, they’re a pretty good bunch,

I’ll see them again, maybe we’ll meet up for lunch;

I’ll miss Greg’s emails, his comments galore,

The hitch of his waistband I’ll see no more;

I’m leaving Dave, alone he will cope,

Who on earth will be practice on with all his dirty jokes;

The smile of Mr Beattie as he works in IT,

The banging of the cupboards as he makes his cup of tea;

Christmas won’t be the same, without Tracey’s fun,

The games and bottles of champagne to be won;

I’ll miss the girls in RISK as they giggled through the day,

How will Tracey’s chairs cope without the presence of Ray?

Bev, Ann and Vicki, thanks for all the laughs,

We’ve put the world to rights, both serious and daft;

I hope I don’t cry and make my eyes all puffy,

Or feel the need to assault the likes of Mr Duffy;

The company re-branded, under a silly name,

We were expected to believe in brand values,

And play along with their game;

We went along to a conference, a big expensive do,

To find out 2 weeks later that our jobs were all through;

Goodbyes are pretty awful, but I just wanted to say,

I’m glad I worked with you all, Long Live SBJ!