When the email at my corporation
Was in need of a needed migration,
I had one sysadmin
Who was keen to begin
And made changes without hesitation.
She configured the email server
And changed users with all of her fervor.
I got test after test
After test after test...
Should I forward them? That might unnerve her.
When her PC died, she said I did it.
Though the lights went out, she went and hid it.
Her respect I had earned
And a lesson was learned:
Just as JIM would say: “STERCUS ACCIDIT.”
The school’s library admin is griping.
She gets garbage when she’s busy typing.
She had cleaned all her keys
And replaced them with ease
After doing a final key wiping.
But the cleaning she gave was discreet.
And that QWERTY she tried to defeat.
No, a Dvorak won’t do.
What she needs is a new
PC keyboard from Sesame Street.
While the two vendors’ reps kept on dueling,
The department awaited a ruling.
No, some new guy they’ll try
‘Cause he’s such a nice guy.
He’s some relative! Who are they fooling?
Bonus rhyme:
In this field that’s so analytical,
There’s a crisis whose state is too critical.
Could we all be a-headin’
Towards Armageddon
When F L U F goes political?
I’m the IT guy. I have the power
To check phones when performance is sour.
It’s the partner’s concern,
But his checking won’t earn
Him a hundred and ten bucks per hour.