We’ve got beds for some flowers. We grow dem.
And some lawns where our workers, they mow dem.
In the summer and fall
We can water them all
With the help of computer and modem.
But the Parks guy once called me to groan,
“It appears that our modem is blown.”
I replied, “Read the label.
This modem’s for cable.
You need one that works with a phone.“
Said the manager loudly, “My Gawd!
There’s no internet! That’s really odd!”
Her connection’s restored
Since she plugged in the cord.
You can say now she’s got a nice baud.
When the software did nothing but crash,
I restored from the tapes in a flash.
Thirty days? It could be.
But I’d venture that he
Must have been at one heck of a bash.
When the engineer cried in despair,
“I can’t log in! The server’s not there!”
I had found what’s amiss.
The guy’s problem exists
In the space between keyboard and chair.
The networking guy gave this view:
“There’s no ‘I’ in ‘IT’, it’s so true!”
I replied back, “Hey, guy,
IT has an ‘I’,
Just like the word ‘dumb’ has a ‘U.’”