A poem

Apparently some of the folks I worked with at the Triple C made a poem (well one guy, chief red metal) and he wanted to post it on the old blog. So without further adue... (did I mention he won the 2008 nobel prize in literature)

He worked with us a real good friend
He hated to leave at the very end.

His ideas were neat a true originator
Producing the 2000 model Cecilator

His DCS there was no slack
Kept him busy making that carbon black

Then came that day we knew was near
Marshall lost their Process Engineer

He said good bye left somewhat sad
Told all his buddies the good times he had.

Then came one day the phone rang tall
Old Kirk made that first phone call

He talked with Dean, Big Mike was near
He grabbed that phone pulled to his ear.

Hey old buddy are you liking it
But all big Mike heard was a click.

Hey Dean my buddy hung up on me
Dean replied how could that be.

Its been awhile we’ve heard no more
He’s probably busy on the potroom floor.

Hey Kirk we’re still here making the final black
If you get sometime you can call us back!!


-Pretty awesome, brings a tear to my eye.