In the warehouse each day there's a ticket,
And the folks we have working there pick it.
The thing comes on a disk.
Now the boss is the risk.
To a cabinet, he likes to stick it.
Yes,that boss is the one I accused,
Since a magnet is what the guy used.
Now an envelope's hung
Where that magnet had sprung,
'Cause a magnet makes floppies confused.
My sweet grandma's as sharp as some tacks.
On-line ticketing? Loves to the max!
But there's something that's bent:
How'd the paper get sent?
Sending paper requires a fax.
Welcome Barney! He can not be beat!
Got a Masters degree! Ain't that sweet!
But a door and a hiccup
Caused 6,000 pickup.
Add 'tude and he's thrown to the street.
Now I'm not one to come off as mean,
But this user's the dumbest I've seen.
She can't find the F5?
OMG! Sakes alive!
Who's her techie of choice? Mr. Clean!
Here's a lesson that I'd like to teach.
Sometimes bosses can make a guy screech.
He must have some dementia,
Since I'm in absentia.
Dial in while I'm prone on the beach?