Fancy, I will truly miss you.
All good things must come to an end,
I've often heard it said.
And though some day I knew we'd part,
'Twas a day that I did dread.
You laughed at all my silly poems,
And checked my pictures, too.
And though we've never even met,
I think a lot of you.
I'll miss your pics, I'll miss your posts,
Your leaving is the pits.
And, well, to be quite honest here,
I'm going to miss your tits.
So I hope some times you'll think of me
And smile when you do.
But now, I'm afraid, the time has come,
For me to say "Adieu".
Take care, Fancy.