All that data was entered with fervor.
“Where’d it go?” asked this corp’rate observer.
I believed I would flip.
It was stored in the ZIP
And the clean copy’s now on the server.
As I hoped my review would be starry,
I found IE’s performance was sorry.
For its brains, I did blow
When I clicked on the ‘No.’
Maybe I should be using Safari…
The Arch Demon and all of his cronies
Are in mourning. Their tears are not phonies.
For they learned on this day
They’ll see less T & A
With the passing of Bob Guccione.
When I fixed the app, I was so witty.
Lock the name field! Reporting’s so pretty!
Now it’s put on .Net,
And before long, I’ll bet
That soon everyone’s name’s like P. Diddy.
“Here’s the fix.” But instead she was wary:
“It won’t work,” said the brass secretary.
It was made on her own.
When I left her alone.
She’s like management. That’s really scary.
A lost passport's the tech's sticky wicket.
Can't we send it? He told us to stick it.
Because he's such a worrier,
Tech's now a courier:
"Please use this full round-trip ticket."