An Ode to Winky

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An Ode to Winky

Slower and slower the server crawls,
Bit by bit revealed, appalls.
The drip drop time of a code-borne slug
Just to fix a simple bug.
The simple things, the complex hate,
The pain and bored, resentful wait,
The soul-depressing slothful stack
Trundling progressively further back
Until its fate it's wont to meet -
A memory-starved grave, incomplete.
A fist, a smash, a glare, a howl,
Developer throws in the towel.
Avoid! Avoid it, if you can,
For Winky is the death of man.

_(c) Scribe 2005

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