We had an interesting IT poetry competition today…following is the output in chronological order; rights are reserved for the respective self proclaimed poets J
It all started when Dean, Director of IT Infrastructure said
Sit right back and I'll tell the tale
The tale of a bags of bagels
That started from our favorite store
And are now on the usual tables
And Joanne, our senior developer wrote back
There once was a programmer named Joanne
Who wrote a program to generate poetry
The poems were lame
The words did not rhyme
And so she had to retry
While Nick, Director IT-Development couldn't resist
Dean is so very mean.
He’s started this crazy thread.
Now a competition has started,
I open new emails with dread,
And read verse that makes me scream!
And then Jeremy the architect shared the happiness
Bagels…
The morning started with dread
Bagels were brought with glee
The office was no longer dead
And now were all happy
Concluded by Greg the super developer with the code…
When speaking in rhythm and rhyme
The mental effect is sublime
My life would be sweeter
If my verbal meter
Could be Iambic all the time
But alas I am paid to write code
I can’t sit here writing my ode
But soon I’ll repose
And finish my prose
When I’m back in my humble abode
Could it be that my two lives could blend?
If (Nick not isLooking) then End
Else
dim wits as double
me.now = trouble
While (paycheck.needing)
Work()
wend