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The Techie
The techie is a peculiar breed
Bright of eye and quick of deed
Ideas strewn with lightning speed
And thunder if you don't take heed
His work is done with utmost care
The hours long; the reward bare
Might wear the badge of thinning hair
And mess with him you will not dare
For there are words best not to speak
Within the hearing of his clique
"Justification," "costs" and "geek"
Will likely cause a fit of pique
He wears a virtual anorak
Deals deftly with the management flak
Though it may turn his mood to black,
Still keeps to architectural track
Seniority marked by length of beard
By lesser mortals he is feared
"He could be bio-engineered
Or something equally as weird"
Through gritted teeth his bosses sneered
They'll wish they'd never interfered
When as the project's end is neared
They see the course that he has steered
A new approach he pioneered
To which, against all odds, adhered
He diligently persevered
'Til light from tunnel reappeared
And heads from over parapet peered
With dregs of budget commandeered
The buying of beer is volunteered
And by his peers he's roundly cheered.
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Synopsis
This was just a bit of fun, inspired by the thought of how "techies" (us whose professional life tends to the technical) are different from "ordinary people."
Having wondered how many words I could find that rhymed with beard, I thought it would be a laugh to see how many of them I could squeeze into the last stanza and still have it make something approaching sense. A kind of homage to William McGonegal, if you will.