So Here is another gem written for my husband's work crew at the end of a construction job for a blood fractionation plant at Baxter Pharmaceutical...Who ever said construction guys are too rough to love a good poem.
If you love words that rhyme then this is for you!
This is it…for the Baxter Job!
This is it, were on our way; Adios is all there is to say…
So into the sunset the TC gang will ride; Most are pooped and a bit cross-eyed
The last to leave the sinking ship; Are those that usually forget to zip
Like Hugo the guy who is quiet and shy; Who loves to primp and beautify
He's the solver of problems and other stuff; Some think he's a wimp, but we know he's tough
And Paul who is our trailer trash; A leader of ours who likes countin' the cash
He's the meeting director, and agenda keeper; He's also the job slob and late over-sleeper
Randine gets the calls and keeps all things neat ; She's know for her smile and her big stinky feet
From the guys she collects the drug test pee; And dances to salsa with much mirth and glee
This is it pals were gone and outa' here now; And all we can say is Adios and Aloha and Ciao!
But before you let the door hit your butt; Check your shorts and pull in your gut
No more with the pipes and engineering the mess; We can be proud that we left this job a success
And the guy who is punchy and deals with the list; His girlfriend thinks he ain't never been kissed
It's Nick, the Bark man, be-friender of all; He's hyper and jumpy and bathes in pure alcohol
And Nino talks funny like Father Sarduci; His tummy from beer is getting soft and poochie
He's the love of the ladies with dark sexy eyes; Be careful he'll tell you tall stories and lies
The best for the last and the last is the best; For Smitty's the guy who has passed the true test
Don't judge the job by the look of his desk; We all know it's chaos, an organized mess
We know he is glad to be off the long road; Where he drank caffeine and squished many a toad
And he eats his prunes and all his bran; He and Pat then fight for the pot and the fan
And when at his desk he uses his tummy; To hold his donuts sweet and yummy
When he loses a bet a push-up to do; Watch out for the "white spider" will turn it on you
Yes he's glad to leave the Baxter plant; For he really is a Beaumont
So farewell to the gang for a job well done; It's been a great challenge and lots of grand fun
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