remmers
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Bye
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Aug 19 02:37 UTC 1993 |
Copyright (c) 1993 by John H. Remmers
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I think it's time for Steve to leave,
T'would not me my heart bereave,
Nor anyone but Steve much peeve,
I know I will not to Steve cleave!
I think it's time for Pam to scram,
With hardly even a "Thank you, ma'am",
Would anybody give a damn
Or even think Pam worth a clam?
It's time for Stout to just butt out,
And never stoop to moan and pout,
And Stout, he can't use his clout
When everyone thinks Stout a lout!
I think that I'll show Flora the door,
Make sure she knows the exact score,
"Oh Flora, we know you're a whore,"
That dame is rotten to the core!
Tis the very eve of Archer's departure,
A layabout to become a marcher,
As swiftly as chopping down a larch, or
Something like that, anyway bye bye Archer!
I think it's time for Joe to go,
Time to give him the old heave ho,
And then bask in the warm afterglow
Knowing that Joe won't be around no mo.
And of course Faye's got to be on her way,
No way Faye can hope to stay,
A swift departure, no delay,
As soon as she's got her severance pay.
Then good ol' Clive will take a dive,
No more of his boring nine to five,
And soon hardly a man will be alive
Who remembers the day Clive ceased to arrive.
Next, for Carr, it's "au revoir",
That former bright and shining star
Which lately tarnish doth much mar,
Ironically, "Carr will go far."
Then Greer will be out on her ear,
Here the course to steer is clear,
The crowd will gather to hoot and jeer
But not shed a tear at the exit of Greer.
Did I mention that Stephen will also be leavin'?
I believe I did; well, it bears repeavin':
He did me dirt, that we'll believe in,
But pretty soon we'll be even Stephen!
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