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- Twas the night before implementation
- And all through the house
- Not a program was working,
- Not even a browse.
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- The engineers hung by their tubes in despair,
- With hopes that a miracle soon would be there.
- The customers were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While visions of progress danced in their heads.
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- When out of the COPE there arose such a clatter,
- I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
- And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
- But a super programmer (with a six pack of beer).
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- His resume glowed with experience so rare,
- He turned out great code with a bit pusher's flair.
- More rapid than eagles, his routines they came,
- And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
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- On Update! On Add! On Inquire! On Delete!
- On Batch Jobs! On Closing! On Functions Complete!
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- His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and lean,
- From weekends and nights spent in front of a screen.
- A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
- Soon gave me to know, I had nothing to dread.
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- He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
- Turning specs into code, then turned with a jerk;
- And laying his finger upon the "enter" key,
- The system came up and worked perfectly.
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- The updates updated; the deletes, they deleted;
- The inquiries inquired and closings completed.
- He tested each whistle, and tested each bell,
- With nary an APPEND, thus all had gone well.
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- The job was finished, the tests were concluded,
- The engineer's last changes were even included.
- "Heh!", the customer exclaimed with a snarl
and a taunt,
- "It's just what I asked for, but not what I want!"
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- - Anonymous
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