And lastly, your mentor, Bob Cratchit,
Whose cloak is encrusted with bat-shit.
A pipistrelle lurks
Near the desk where he works:
How he longs for the leisure to catch it!

How useful, to be finally introduced to one’s office mentor on the very day one hands in one’s notice. The repulsive colleague one has taken such pains to avoid turns out to be the very person who has supposedly been looking after one’s interests all along. Relieved of my care, perhaps he will now have free time to catch the Corvid-carrier that haunts him like a familiar.