A poem for 'Heavy-D'.

So I’m walking to work on your very last day

And a poem has decided to flow my way

Because of the time, short this must be

As waiting you are for the coffee on me!

All that I wish to say my dear friend

Is good luck with what’s waiting for you ’round the bend

For now the most important thing you must do

Is keep your artistic hands away from the poo!

Well this is all I could think of in such a short time

Whilst I stopped by Arbutus and froze my behind

So in closing I say to my very dear friend

May you never say the word 1870 again!

Katrina.