a perSONAL tribute

For my pal Sonal who I walked 100k for charity with.

We’ll miss your love of exotic booze
And being made to down countless B52s
We’ll miss your endless capacity to bake
And becoming total chubbers for eating all that cake

We’ll miss your doing spinning and aerobics back to back
A feat that would give most folks a massive heart attack
We’ll miss your cheeky grin and designer bright red coat
And your love of shaking rude punters warmly by the throat

We’ll miss you thinking Mount Everest was on the South Downs
Or for slobbing at work – hungover – in Uggs and dressing gowns
We’ll miss you volunteering to walk 100K
And losing your voice for talking so much in a single day

We’ll miss you making people dance until they suffer cramp
And punching above your weight to become a Tae Kwando world champ
We’ll miss the bees in your bonnet and feisty attitude
With occasional outbursts we cannot print because they are too rude

We’ll miss your amazing ability to eat and eat and eat
When you chomp away in Beijing they’ll need to reinforce the street
We’ll miss your weird attempts to text in Mandarin Chinese
Though compared with your normal texts, understanding them is a breeze

We’ll all miss you Ms Lakhman, for there’s little that you lack
Have a brilliant time doing TEFL and bring us a takeaway back!