Poetry

~ Barbara ~


There once was a writer
Her name was Barbara
To write a newsletter
Work with her was a treat

Articles on petroleum
She read and read ad nauseam
About pipelines and plat-forms
A good message she could drive home

Last week she came to the rescue
For by year end white paper due
To put it right I had no clue
When she said yes did I say whew

Have yourself happy holiday
With your scooter or simply play
Enjoy the sunshine and crisp air
Crunching leaves or with loving friends
 


Inspired by a colleague's work at ESRI


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