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I didn’t write this, however I have been given permission to post it here by the wonderful lady who did.
Here is a poem about a wizard:
Wizard in the office
With a most unusual name
Surrounded by your scroll sheets
And the tools of the arcane
You log on to the network
With a password that is sung
Weaving strands of QWERTY chaos
In a most inhuman tongue
Your email’s filled with orders
For the potions that you make
And a raven stately perches
On the fruit for your lunch break
The other workers fear you
And revere in equal measure
As you flippantly reward them
With a curse or endless treasure
While the office printer screeches
As you bend it to your will
And clouds of sparkling magic
Flow through your electric quill
HR think you’re a genius
While Finance think you’re mad
The others half-see wisdom
In the runes on your notepad
O wise and wizened wizard
With your thousand years alive -
If you’re so bloody clever
Why d’you work the nine til five?
