Event Poem: Ballad to the Leaving Lady

Hey y'all. Haven't posted in over two months now! Mind you, in that time had the craziness of Ramadan going on. And other crazinesses too. So just to fill the gap, and to get me back on my blogging feet again, I thought I'd write up a poem I'd written.

Thing is, the background won't be familiar, so I'll just quickly explain the background. A girl called Uzma left work the other day after being there for 10 years. She's now pregnant from her husband, who also works there, as does one of her sisters. She was always kept busy with (far too many) requests for work. And while a ferociously loyal friend, she could seem grumpy to those who didn't know her. Anyway, apologies if you don't get the poem, and for the lack of polish - but better than me not posting anything! :P

Ballad to the Leaving Lady

She's been with us a decade now
But as wise people say
That all good things must reach their end
And thus she runs away

She's done her bit, she's served her time,
We will not ask for more.
(We will; but first we're gonna wait
Until she's out the door.)

So much responsibility,
Not just in her career:
A baby to look after now,
Another due next year!

And many, many moons henceforth
You know that we'll still miss her
Because we'll still have thingybob,
Oh what's-her-name, her sister.

With some of us she'll share her laughs,
To some she seems quite stiff.
Her smiles are legendary stuff!
No, wait. I mean a myth.

A sassy lass, a classy lass,
And certainly no floozy.
Let's give three cheers, and wish the best,
To Uzma, Uzzy, Uzi!