WildWake & I'M AXed

For those of you who wanted a copy of it, below is the poem I wrote to mark the closure of the best bits of At-Bristol. Shame on you if you never went, you missed out on Tom Cruise the Diver, and poison arrow frogs.


So, the day has arrived, and all too soon,
We've taken our very last Walk On The Moon,
And since we're all gathered, the last to the first,
It seems fitting to mark the occasion with verse;
But I'm quite new at this, so forgive me my....skurple
For failing to find a good rhyme here for "purple".
It's time now for tears, but please don't despair,
No matter what we do next, or where -
Save the world, turn to crime, get a proper career,
Or stay on in Explore (as a volunteer) -
Remember At-Bristol, engrave in your hearts
All the quirks and the values that set it apart.
The friendships, the fun, the odd party (or two),
Bosses that made it their job to serve you,
The passion for nature, and science, and art,
And treating each guest as a person apart.
These make up for those things, against which some may rage,
Like the working weekends and the minimum wage.
So, if your next job seems that little bit grey,
Remember that you needn't be that way.
Be yourself, change the rules. It'll work! No, it will!
(Failing that we can always meet up in King Bill).
So good luck to you all, and remember this - wurple;
Whatever you do in life, do it in purple.