Dearest delivery boy, how is your fortune favored
For it's not your wit or intellect that's found
When you drive in circles around and around
Looking for parking that's easy to see
But somehow you fail at the simplest thing
Even somehow you fail with the order you bring
Here let me break it down for you
You drive to a store, Pick up the food
Then next comes the hardest thing to do
Try and use that pea sized brain
Check that order again and again
Cause somehow you seem to get it wrong
Guess all your thought is singing a song
Something you thought up all on your own
Your band's gonna love it, Totally Son!!
But really come on now we all know that's a laugh
So stop screwing up the one job that you have
CHECK the damn order before you pull it off the shelf
But you know what, never mind, I'll do it myself


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.