My Ode

A dear friend wrote me a farewell tribute upon my departure from Nordstrom, so I thought I'd post it here. It's witty, it's accurate...and it made me miss my days at store 38. Seriously. Shout out to Nick Mars.

Ode to Meggan

Where in the world is Meggan Pingree?
Is she deep in the ground or up in a tree?
I really don’t know, where could she be?

Is she in Coeur d'Alene
Where they all are insane
With their full auto guns with chain in their name?

Happy Valley may be
The place you will see
Her buy Tory Birch, not two pairs but…three?

Could she have flown in the sky
To the land of Dubai
Where terrorists wait to pluck out thy’n eye.

Maybe behind a rock
Where she can gawk
At a down trodden child star that the media stalks

Rock of Love Three
Is where she could be
To see if Bret’s bald and throw panties in trees

She could be in jail
Held with out bail
For some civic transgression like exposing her tail

Field stripping a deer
With a feminine cheer
“Come on Ted Nugent I’ll whoop you right here!”

If she is out and about
With out a doubt
She’ll be dressed up quite well and look just like a trout

Where ever she is
I know she’s not here
Where her friends miss her much and we all shed a tear.

So wherever you are
You have a friend for life
You’re my favorite chick…after my wife!

Go Star F@#%&R!!!