My computer breaks more often than not,
And when it does I come over all hot,
The last time this happened my "e" did not work,
So I changed my "e" for an "o" and typod liko
jork.
My boss did not like the paper I submitted,
And from my role I was nearly acquitted,
The opening line read "Tochnology Holps".
He went bright red then shouted loudly in gulps.
The next line made his temper boil,
It went "Computors aro groat and can stop tho toil",
As I carried on he still didn’t get me,
Seeing the whites of his eyes I considered, "time to flee?"
But I cajoled and persuaded and he continued to read,
About "auto-updatos" and the "now systoms" we
need,
"Ond usors backups and systom-rostoros"
I felt his eyes piercing me with long poisoned arrows.
He got to the end and picked up the phone,
I didn’t get what he screamed in his ominous tone.
Then he balled "Out, out, out, you ridiculous clot"
I left his office pronto, I did not want to stop.
Getting back to my desk just clinging to my job,
My desktop had changed and I reeled from the shock,
It was completely bare with no ‘puter to be seen,
Just a pencil, a rubber and a large paper ream
The moral of this story can be easily wrote,
When working in IT don’t use kit that’s broke,
Never start a paper "Tochnology Holps"
And remove it immediately when the boss starts to gulp.
The ground cracks,
The earth breaks,
Crumbling around.
The new shoot,
That is first seen,
Breaking forth with no sound.
The bud opens,
The petals there,
Displaying glory, above the mound.
Bees arrive,
And take nectar.
Around the flower they abound.
The insects go,
It’s autumn,
The petals now, upon the ground.
And finally,
The death,
Of the plant, without sound.
