James

Today you leave us,
with a heavy heart.
from your Myerscough Family you sadly part.

There have been times,
where you hated the place.
You slammed your phone down,
pulled that distorted face.

But then there were the times,
that we will all treasure,
the times of laughter,
and happiness to measure.

You always spoke,
of murder and death.
Usually relating to a certain someones breath.

You rebuilt yourself at that corner desk,
But I stand by what I said,
Tramp corner was grotesque.

We mocked you by quoting,
the Dead Poets Society.
We knew this filled you with endless anxiety.

We related you to many a famous face,
The earl of Lemon Grab for example,
What a nut case!

But our Captain you will be through and through,
Such a legend you have become,
for us to say we will miss you.

So pack up your things in that box and leave,
We will remember you always and struggle not to grieve.