Email : Server, down.

So our network server's hard-disk filled up, and when that happens, the entire office gets a repeating network message, which gets somewhat irritating. This is what I sent to the entire office, yes, I'm a prima donna. Yes, I have undue faith in my job security.

Once upon a morning dreary, while I programmed, alert, yet weary,
Over many a hard and contorted lines of forgotten lore,
While I focussed, near exhaustion, suddenly there came a popup,
As someone gently messaging, messaging on my windows core,
"Tis some friend, " I muttered, "IMing at my Window's door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I rememebr it was in the bleak of winter,
And each separate bugging message wrought upon my Window core,
Eagerly I wished the stopping, vainly I had sought Stop Popping!
From the IT staff of five, stop the buzzing of the hive -
For the sought and beautiful silence which is popups no more -
Unheeded here for evermore.

And the sad unbidden message of the disk is fillen,
Chagrined me - filled me with terrors of servers dying,
So that now, to still the beating of my mind, I sat repeating,
"Tis some IT staff will get it,
Some time soon the staff will get it
Before the server has a fit"

Comments

Anonymous said…

Oh! Perfect. Add that to the compendium of geek/science poetry.

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