Bye bye Old Street, Hello St Cross St

As you can read in our Charity Blog, we're moving office this Friday, after 3 long, at first spacious, more recently cramped and sometimes even damp, years in Old Street.

To mark this momentous occasion, and in a fit of literary pique, I thought I'd pen a quick poem to commemorate the highs and lows of our time at number 20 (and Kai did some brilliant colouring in):

So. Farewell then 20 Old street.
Serving as our offices has been some feat:
Through floods and buds and extreme heat,
And Christmas trees that are hard to beat,

There're so many stories we could tell,
that would make it so very hard to sell
You to another company
But I'm too nice to tell them, me.

You've been our home for 3 long years,
So no doubt we will shed some tears,
when lorries arrive at JG Towers,
After we've been packing up for hours

To load up all our wires and leads
(not forgetting Molly's chillies).
For our spiritual home in Clerkenwell,
It's time for us to bid farewell.

*Apologies to Private Eye's  Poetry Corner 

Comments

[Tom]

To our cleaning contractor
who broke all our glass
And those Filofax salesmen
Who were pains in the... neck
To the person(s) unknown
who pilfered our spoons
(IKEA, we suspect, by the light of the moon),
To the cry of 'I'm sorry but this meeting room's booked'
To 'that' Tartiflette that Jonathan cooked
A big shout goes out from the Justgiving Crew
To the first floor at Old Street we bid you

Adieu.

[Kai Chan Vong]

So farewell dear old street I knew you not so well,
But sat in the offices was sure gosh, darn and swell,
I spent an hour drawin' in that silly thing,
I hope you enjoyed it cos my poem is worse than I sing.

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Lah lah la.

[Simon]

OMFG stoppit. The lot of you.

[Not Another Poet]

So Farewell then 20 Old street,

Vessel for purveyor of charity websites

Keith’s Mum said

Charity begins at home

Now you have a new one

You used to be the home of Justgiving

Now you are just

Gone

E.J. Thribb (raised 17 ½ pounds for Society of benevolent Poets)

[Elliot]

ahhhhhh, by 20 old st.:(