Goodbye to Technicolor

Our Fanning

She brightened our office,

An editors dream,

Many skills she shared,

Her language never mean.

Her humor, insight and mind many knew.

To find a more interesting person there are few.

Many years she toiled surrounded by beige,

She adjusted her space to a more colorful cage.

One day after working,

For many a year,

Her contract had expired and

Without a tear,

She was told to say goodbye to the cube and the beige.

She should go forth to find another cage.

We know in our hearts,

For we well understood,

Our Technicolor would depart,

And her future looked good.

Turn off the light and look down to the floor.

Our Technicolor will no longer delight us, as she heads out the door.