A poem by Martin Erasmuson
(to the rhythm of ‘Let it Snow’.)
Oh, the OIA’s have been frightful,
Though our workflows are quite delightful,
But some virus came from the web,
It has spread, it has spread, it has spread.
Restructures show no sign of stopping,
So more stress we will be copping,
And the rumors getting in our heads
They will spread, they will spread, they will spread.
When the backups are finally done,
And the data models are all finished,
Then the java scripts can be run,
Fingers-crossed data loss diminished.
The office party full of friendly banter,
The CIO once again was Santa,
Pâté and guacamole keep us feed,
When it’s spread, when it’s spread, when it’s spread.
Cleaning data until we all swore,
It’s like a million-piece Jigsaw,
But it keeps me in butter and bread,
Keep it spread, keep it spread, keep it spread.
All you IM folk a Merry Christmas,
Remember wine helps with your blitheness,
Don’t let despondency lead to bloodshed,
It will spread, it will spread, it will spread.
2018’s Merry Data Christmas Poem