a mates leaving poem

It's getting closer to the time of when you go,

I thought you was all talk it was all a show,

I'm Only joking we are all proud of you,

Now go show Devon what you can do,

You're an amazing person and a true friend,

And unfortunately your time at I street has come to an end,

Oh we've had some laughs, oh just a few,

General knowledge isn't your strong point that's too true,

From Shakespeare driving to the British weather,

It snows in Birmingham and not redditch? Never,

Thought we'd have to send you to Devon piece by piece,

You're a funny bugger you make me crease,

You'll be 3 hours away but still know what's going on,

Because when it comes to gossiping you're number one,

We've seen you grow into the person that you are now,

I have to take a step back and just say wow,

You can achieve any feat no matter the height,

But I'll always refer to you as my little gobshite,

To say we won't miss you would be a massive lie,

So au revior KJ, by the way that means goodbye.