She's Leving (Hurrah!)
Gone are the Essex escapades and no more stories of late night raves. Your place in production history is certainly assured, Your work has been good in conditions not great Fliss, Fliss, now that you off-piss from the fold of Analyst,
Our working days will be malaise without you and your wayward ways.
A slice of silence would suffice quite nice when we could put your voice on ice.
But lo, you go and so a hollow oral hole is bound to grow.
Names of friends heard merely, but whose tales were held quite dearly.
And what, now, of family Utton? Who have been … well, Uttons really.
No more gossiping, bitching, screaming, ordering, shouting at me down the halls.
Hereafter? No more laughter. Which could actually strip the paint off walls.
Deciphering George’s writing and typing with French manicures.
I did subject much disrespect to those funny fingers
[LINE MISSING]
It’s hard to do layout when copy is late.
Naming no names, accusations not due
(But let it be known, Jerry, I am looking at you).
I shall just end on this.
The years gone by, no regrets have I of working by your side.
A colleague? A friend? A psycho blonde to the end.
No harshness for my last word
For no grudges have been harboured
Simplicity, Felicity; F. U. you lucky bastard.