Big Bird's ferment

A colleague was made redundant, she wasn't happy so I wrote this advice in her leaving card - and yes I did call her Big Bird.

 

Through the red-eyed needle of a blue fin tuna fish

I see a Big Bird flapping in a plainly treacle dish.

Snorts are out and steam is up and sound is travelled far,

the grape is squashed, wine has run, and path has turned to tar.

 

Black dancing figure full of woe don’t spend a penny wading so,

unfurl your wings and soar away, turn your head and face the day.

Tomorrow is far brighter when you’ve travelled through the night:

sun replaces shadow and everything looks right.

 

You may be sad but life moves on and time is never set.

Far better looking forward than caring we forget.