And now the poem

[+ScroogieII]

For reference with regard to the reason for this poem refer to the accompanying thread: One of the joys of Waymarking

 

An Ode To Software which Shall Herein Remain Unnamed

 

They're Waymarks, they're Benchmarks, they govern us all
We scurry around from the spring to the fall
Through heavenly days and then, too, the odd squall
We'll brave what should come just to get pix of all.

 

Trekking to mountains and rivers below
Searching for gems we refuse to forgo.
In town or in country, if ill winds should blow
We'll stay on our course, through rain, wind or snow.

 

We're hooked on the hobby we managed to find
It's given us jewels we've oftentimes mined.
Though it's since become somedays a dutious grind
Their arduous searching we often don't mind.

 

On occasion a glitch, though, will rise its dark head
And cause us to wish we were elsewhere instead.
Or better, that day that we'd just stayed in bed
Ignoring completely whate'er lay ahead.

 

'Twas a day such as this I decided to try
A transfer to GPS, now I ask why.
The work at the task had gone quickly awry
The results causing much more than just a sad sigh.

 

While not naming names (it seems that deed's been done)
The work with my software was much less than fun
"A" would refuse to do this and then that
While "B" was no better and just passed the hat.

 

Together they managed to bring about wroth
Of a sort which has even created a froth.
It's even evoked an emotion that's wrecked
The rhyme of this poem which now I detect.

 

I've threatened the cat and I've pounded the walls
I've even gone out and I've screamed in the halls
With patience at length now I know I'm not blessed
I swear I was sane when I started this quest.

Edited April 14, 2020 by ScroogieII