O’d to Schu

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
This is a poem,
Titled ‘O’d to Schu.’

Schu was my third boss,
Where I now work.
If you messed with him,
He could be a big jerk.

But inside he’s a big softy.
Always trying to be cool.
Hanging around my cube,
Saying ‘Word,’ like a fool.

Shcu treated me very well.
To him, the Web world was new.
But whatever I needed of him,
He would diligently do.

His time has now come.
10 years to the day.
Where he must move on.
What can I say?

We’ll always stay in touch.
Thanks for the laughs.
And we will always share,
Memories of god damn PAFs.