He called the Systems people: "What
Is wrong?" "There's nothing to 't,"
They said, and then repaired it, but
It still would not compute.
They came back many times, but none
Of these attempts bore fruit:
The damned contraption wouldn't run.
At last, the point was moot.
"Since nobody, it seems, can get
Down to the problem's root,"
The man said, "I'll just have to let
You go, you great galoot!"
With that he went and got a gun,
And made as if to shoot.
At once, the thing began to run;
Perverted little brute!
Originally published in SUL News Notes, January 21, 1993.
c 1993, 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.