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 3)

Poem for Jon Wedderburn who was a typesetter with a pony tail who liked the Libertines. (Some of which information might be helpful in understanding what I have written)


SO in our time what did we learn
From Jonathan of Wedderburn?
I know it seems quite hard to say-
He only joined like yesterday
Or least it seems that's how it feels.
Time you see, as well as wheels,
has feathered wings with which it flies
Something it likes, so say the wise
To do when one is having fun
As was the case once we met Jon.
First thing I noticed was the hair
Tail of pony (Probably mare)
Then the face, a ruddy red;
A smile and that completes the head.
And without wanting to really bore you
The rest of him you see before you.
I just realised that, when I re-read this,
It made him sound like he was headless
I think the passage seen above
Clearly shows the importance of
Jon's hard work on books we've created
Without which we'd end up decapitated

And though he left us apathetic
With talk of charlton Athletic
The rest of his pub conversation
filled us all with quiet elation-
I remember once more specifically
Talking with him quite politically
About: "One man's power one mans vote
How we should try to promote
A unified settled society
A happy Caring community
where we can live full free of fear...
Oh, you're at the bar? I'll have a beer".
Or how could we ever forget
His fondness for a cigarette
Frequently and through the gloom
You'd find him in the smoking room
I'm sure now that he is leaving
The smokers certain will be grieving
Though in their hearts they must be feeling
A little piece of them is healing.
(I've heard it said- it harms you massively
to inhale smoke, even just passively).
When it came time to host the quiz
There was little question the role was his
Deftly handled like a dancer
While Richard nosed around for answers.
No matter how he poked and jibed
Jon would not, could not be bribed
He was quite aware of the situation
And coupled with clear enunciation
and immunity to foul suggestion
He cruised the role of posing questions.
There he was then, our colleague Jon,
Now he's announced that he will be gone
And though we've barely met him
There's no chance that we'll forget him.
So To sum it up without confusion
All in all and in conclusion:
Thanks to you, our workmate Jon
Fare thee well, good luck, so long.
We hope one day we'll meet again
Just remember until then:
For this type of type you'll find no better
Type of guy to be typesetter.