In the shop, I’m a Linux precursor.
There’s a user who’s really a curser.
It won’t open his file
That had contents so vile.
If not, things could have gotten much worser.
The consultant has given her hope
And she really must think I’m a dope.
How’s her problem addressed?
Her computer’s been blessed!
A consultant? She thinks he’s the pope!
“This darned phone system! I think it fails!
Thinks I’m busy!” the dean to me wails.
It’s been looped with his aide,
Who now has it made.
She’s got time now to polish her nails.
Use your Smartphones! We’re all so delighted!
But “instructions?” They're really shortsighted.
We ask, “What’s wrong with them?
We can’t RTFM
If there’s nobody willing to write it.”
His screen was so slow it would creak.
But why? What I said, tongue in cheek:
What made it run stinky?
His cable was “kinky,”
A term most will use for Moanique.