A solid post will be coming later tonight, possibly with the help of Laura from Ruby Bastille. In the mean time, here is a poem composed about the Coverbind machine in our office.
WHERE MY SECRETARIES AT.
Ode To A Moste Detestable Foe
Coverbind Machine, O Coverbind Machine,
Your cruel and cold mechanical gleam
Makes my insides twist and scream!
How I hate you, Coverbind Machine.
To dispel my deep and driving ire,
I’d ask you kindly to retire
Then to build a funeral pyre
And please to go die in a fire.
They tell me that you bind reports
If I may offer my retort
If you do what you purport
Then pigs can fly and I’m not short.
All you do is chew up pages!
Mucking up my tasks in stages!
Like a foe, your work engages
All my deepest wildest rages.
Coverbind, I hate your face.
My hatred transcends time and place.
Watch your back, sir, just in case.
Say, have you seen Office Space?