Ode to my friends

It's been three years in gay Paris,

What memories will I take with me?

Well first comes Nicky who's taught me lots,

About sexy inuendos and how to drink shots,

Not forgetting those innovative corridor games,

Things without you Nicky just won't be the same!

From Moroccans to firemen to a one legged man,

Your eyes are like some sort of super sex scan!

You and I (though different) go well together,

And for a flat mate I couldn't have asked for better.

So here's to Nicky and all that comes to her next,

We wish her well and of course... lots of sex!!

Natasha, we also drink to you,

With so many quotes it's hard to chose!

But your smile is what I'll remember the most,

Plus those classic moments of you playing host!

Who cares if onions go first or last?

As long as we're all having a jolly good laugh!

So here's to Natasha and the rest of her life,

You're bound to make someone the perfect wife!

Stephen, I've saved the last lines for you,

Cuz you're the one who makes leaving the hardest to do,

Your sharp witted humour has kept me on my game,

I just hope that for you, I have provided the same,

After three (long) years of mutual piss taking,

You know you have a true friendship in the making

You're bound to be successful in whatever you do,

So this toast is to say that I'll really miss you.

To have made such good friends in such a small place,

Made it hard yesterday when packing my case,

But Natasha, Stephen, Nicky, Brittany's not that far,

So this is not a good bye but just an 'au revoir' ;-)