Poems I have written about people you have never met before (unless you have met them before) leaving the nameless company that I work for. (number 2)

For Kirsti who went off to study French, and film, and French Film.

On the 29th day of the 8th month, in the year of our Lord 2003
A sadness will befall us all from Alan and Paul to me.
When we were told there were floods of tears
We quite simply could not believe our ears
It was the sum of all our fears:
KIRSTI HAS DECIDED TO LEAVE!

So we begged and we pleaded for her to remain
To give us a reason, we said:'please Kirsti explain
Give us some kind of justification'
She said in response, as her explanation
'I needs must write my dissertation,
So I have decided to leave.'

We found it quite hard to take that she wants to go
And leave us for Frenchmen- Godard and Cocteau
If she's going to reject us
For a bunch of Directors
Surely she must (at the very least) expect us
To, without a fight, not let her leave.

So we planned and we hatched and we schemed and we plotted
On our notepads we scribbled, On our blueprints we jotted
'Til we came up with a scheme that was wicked and dirty
Meet downstairs for drinks, this Friday, 5.30.
If that's not enough, there's no need to get shirty,
As after for the Lav we will leave.

So we looked and we saw with some self-satisfaction
That what we had made was a great plan of action
So if you're feeling thirsty
Come say Goodbye to Kirsti!
(That's Friday, not on Thursday)
And perhaps she'll decide not to leave.