When Fred said what to do, I said, "What?
Use a buttset? You're some kind of nut!"
Fred's suggestion was nixed.
Soon our phones, we had fixed,
And left Fred to just set on his butt.
On one thing, today's fish sure can bank:
A reorg? Those things always smell rank.
Folks feel like they've been zonked,
And they really get honked.
Now they can't vent their wrath in the Tank.
Password limits we've got to enforce.
This one user I'll guide 'til I'm hoarse.
Here's a fact she relayed.
It's just her that needs aid.
She's got quite a reliable source.
There's a user who calls now and then
Loses letters again and again
"It's a snap," says our guy.
"They all start with a 'Y'
And not one of them starts with an 'N'."
Our security, we like to laud it.
Said the auditors doing their audit,
"All these names are not cryptic!
We cringed while those jerks just applauded...
"Why's the network so FUBAR'd?" they'd yell.
"All the boxes are working quite well."
Thought the techs, "Who could guess?
'Twas a hosed DNS,
Which was missing each saved URL."
Ingenuity this guy won't lack.
To stop screen locks, he planned his attack.
It was quite a cool plan:
Use a rag and a fan
And an optical mouse on its back.