You came out here just hoping
To try and set us straight
We’ve proven to you without a doubt
That it was much too late.
You tried real hard to help us
You gave the job your all
But all you got from Denver
Was a lonely empty mall.
With your fifty cups of coffee
And your greasy fingerprints
We’re always cleaning glass
And passing you the mints.
Your anal retentive ways
Are borderline OCD.
You’d think you’d wash your hands
And learn to brush your teeth!
You shoot those rubber bands
At employees of Whitehall
You do it all in fun
Just To keep them on the ball.
You think that you’re the “Heff”
With all that graying hair
But the only “Playmate” that you’ve got
Is a ragged teddy bear.
The world’s greatest boss
Is what you really are
We’ll miss you every day
As we think of you afar.
As you look down at your watch
On that last and final day
This time we HOPE that taxi cab
Will take you on your way.
~ Pamela K. Berkhiem
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