The time always arrivesWhen a milord bids goodbyeThe Bar is mostly relievedThere's no tear in any eye.Of late there is a practiceTo bid farewell by a send-offTo suffer the last lectureBefore enough is enough!.The retiring milord hearsUnheard virtues being sungThough when he was 'up there'He was ignored and unsung!.Politicians from the bar roomsLove the assembled crowdNo one believes their speechesBut everyone claps out loud!.Finally milord's turn comesTo say: "Thank You, God Bless"To confess: "I am apolitical,But I shall now return to RSS!"
