A "Going Away" Poem..... Need help

[mjpwooo]

Folks I don't know squat about poems/poetry, and I need a bit of help.

Two coworkers are retiring tomorrow. One of them always reads very nice poems at our annual banquet. I'd like to read a poem that isn't a Level 10 cheesy tomorrow. I have done a quick Google search and the results were terrible.

Can anyone help me? Hope so and thank you.

 

[Formerly Rockymtnole]

Male, female?
What was their job?
What are his or her plans?

 

[seminole97]

Folks I don't know squat about poems/poetry, and I need a bit of help.

Two coworkers are retiring tomorrow. One of them always reads very nice poems at our annual banquet. I'd like to read a poem that isn't a Level 10 cheesy tomorrow. I have done a quick Google search and the results were terrible.

Can anyone help me? Hope so and thank you.

'Don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya' is always a hit.

 

[mjpwooo]

Male, female?
What was their job?
What are his or her plans?

Both female, one was office manager, other was head compliance officer.

Plans....travel, time with family

 

[RunRonnieRun]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

[seminoleed]

Friends may come, and friends may go.
And friends can peter out, you know?
But we'll be friends through thick or thin.
Peter out, or peter......

 

[Fijimn]

The once was a man from Nantucket

 

[RunRonnieRun]

There once was a whore from the Azores
Whose body was covered with sores
Not a rat on the street
Would touch the green meat
That hung like festoons from her drawers

 

[SeaPA]

Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more
My woman done left and took all of the reasons
That I was workin' for

You better not try to stand in my way
When I'm walkin' out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't workin' here no more

 

[seminoleed]

There once was a man, quite crass,
Whose nads were made out of brass.
When he rubbed them together,
They played "Stormy Weather",
And lightning shot out of his....

 

[ggmike1992]

The lass I brought home was a prize,
With an alluring set of bright blue eyes,
Her breasts, so well kept,
Were what I'd expect,
But her penis was quite a surprise.

 

[Gonolz]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This is really good. Have you ever thought about a career in poetry?

 

[Imtotallynottribe]

A forgetful old cuss was named Peter,
Who went poking around his gas heater,
Touched a leak with his light;
He blew out of all sight;
And as poemlovers can say sweeter,
he also ruined the meter.

 

[SoddyNole]

Out of the blue
and into the dark

Goodbye world
and hello shark


This can also double as a burial at sea poem.

 

[seminoledq]

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

Good riddance.

 

[CC0492]

Some roses are red
And some are pink
Retirement shocker
Put TWO in the stink

 

[Formerly Rockymtnole]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
There was a camera in the ladies’ restroom
And we will surely miss you!

 

[Nole Lou]

I'm familiar with two poems, The Raven and Casey at the Bat. Either of those work?

 

[Imtotallynottribe]

I'm familiar with two poems, The Raven and Casey at the Bat. Either of those work?

Only those?

“Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse’s shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grizzly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to share your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller”

 

[LesClaypool]

If you a second...Rime of the Ancient Mariner?

 

[DFSNOLE]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

First thing I thought of.