Ode to the team

Twelve deskies once manned the city;
one took off to stone the devil,
the rest sighed, “what a pity!”
Eleven dedicated deskies carried on
until they edited out
the self-appointed Don Juan…
Ten deskies were left to their devices,
when the three-eyed sub-editor
left citing rising prices,
Nine deskies rivaled the blind mice.
Alas, the general defected to the enemy camp,
(the lady of Boribunder to be precise),
Eight deskies were on a roll then,
while leggy eloped with horny men.
Seven deskies bustled about,
one was bitten by the homesick bout,
Six deskies raced to make the deadline,
when one walked off to find the perfect headline,
Five deskies were beginning to crack,
when one went off and broke his back.
Four deskies were making a dash,
one overdosed on hash.
Three deskies meant trouble,
one turned fashionista on the double.
Two deskies were on the war front,
when one was killed in a Rajnikant stunt.
One deskie left all alone
hung herself by the collar bone
and then there were none!