'Twas the night before 'hood launch and all through AncientWorlds,
not a feature was working, and the groups were unfurled.
The Scribes sat and watched their world-page with despair,
with hopes that a miracle soon would be there.

The citizens were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of working code danced in their heads.
Then out of the server there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our keyboards to see what was the matter.

And what to our wondering eyes should appear,
but the cybergod Jot with a six-pack of beer!
His resume glowed with experience so rare,
he turned out great code without ruffling one hair.

More rapid than eagles, the neighborhoods came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
On Egypt, On Celtia, Mesopotamia and Rome!
On Orient, On Americas, Germania, Hellas, and home!

His eyes were glazed over, fingers nimble and lean,
from weekends and nights spent in front of a screen.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon let us know we had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
turning specs into code; then he turned with a jerk;
And laying his finger upon Any Key,
the software came up and it worked perfectly.

The menus, they menued; the deletes, they deleted,
the comm panel commed; and the batch-jobs completed.
He tested each whistle, and tested each bell,
with nary a stack dump, and all had gone well.

The software was finished, the tests were concluded.
Our last minute requests were even included.
Then the patrons exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt,
IT'S JUST WHAT WE ASKED FOR, BUT NOT WHAT WE WANT!

Blessed are they who laugh at themselves - for they shall never cease to be amused.