Array ( [sid] => 186083 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Retirement [time] => 2019-04-03 16:00:15 [hometext] => Dedicated to Seonaid, a bubbly and much loved public servant at my favourite coffee watering hole. [bodytext] => The Retirement bell rings out once more, to praise her and to bless.
It chimes to tell that Seonaid plans to chill out from the stress,
to count down hours - but no more years - as 25 is plenty
and thoughts of coffee, food and steam, are hers to phase out gently.

But when she leaves we will pause again remembering the humour,
of that frozen turkey that shivered at the mention of consumer
then promptly fell from such a height it broke Seonaids toe
so, for a time her dancing moves were torturously slow.
Alas, the turkey, a broken bird, fell fowl of thermal powers .....
and was slowly cooked on gas mark 1 for four and twenty hours.

Look forward now Seonaid to those well-earned years ahead
where Spring and Summer footpaths are there for you to tread.
Or find a beach with golden sands where a warm breeze sighs,
and dance to the music of mermaids, beneath chandelier skies.

****

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Retirement
Date: Wednesday, 3rd April 2019 @ 04:00:15 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: spud
The Retirement bell rings out once more, to praise her and to bless.
It chimes to tell that Seonaid plans to chill out from the stress,
to count down hours - but no more years - as 25 is plenty
and thoughts of coffee, food and steam, are hers to phase out gently.

But when she leaves we will pause again remembering the humour,
of that frozen turkey that shivered at the mention of consumer
then promptly fell from such a height it broke Seonaids toe
so, for a time her dancing moves were torturously slow.
Alas, the turkey, a broken bird, fell fowl of thermal powers .....
and was slowly cooked on gas mark 1 for four and twenty hours.

Look forward now Seonaid to those well-earned years ahead
where Spring and Summer footpaths are there for you to tread.
Or find a beach with golden sands where a warm breeze sighs,
and dance to the music of mermaids, beneath chandelier skies.

****



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