There’s a guy who is really quite dim.
Bounced the database box on a whim.
When confronted with “Why?”
There’s a “Sorry” reply.
Guys like him are best dealt with by JIM.
She complained that her waybills won’t print.
As I watched her, I picked up a hint.
As she sped through the screens
On her shipping machine
It was clear to me why the things di’n’t.
That darned checkout computer's so screwy.
They believed that the thing went kablooey.
I then gave it a look.
They should not put a book
On a system not made up by Dewey.
“I need help now!” the PHB screamed.
Yet the fix went as smooth as I dreamed.
In the management suite
I endured major sheet.
He needs paper! For that I got reamed.
Where’s our disk space? Our users all need it!
Send an email! The users should heed it.
It was quite a good plan,
Then we soon got more SAN
‘Cause the suits wouldn’t open and read it.