A Lament for The Ancient Code Wrangler at Xmas
Twas the night before Christmas,
And through all WordPress house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Because they’d eaten the mouse,
The code wranglers were nestled,
All snug in their beds,
Whilst visions of fudge brownies,
Danced in their heads,
Then down from the chimney,
All covered in soot,
Came an ancient code wrangler
Who’d chewed of his foot
Up, he proclaimed,
There’s work to do still
There’s a Reader to wrap,
And send them a bill,
The customers heard this,
And thought it unfair,
So they caught the old wrangler,
And pulled out his hair,
He’s a national treasure,
They cried loudly and puffed,
He belongs behind glass,
But first have him stuffed.
😀
I hope you enjoyed that, although it’s not up to the standard of this chap. How did he know about code wranglers so long ago.
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An Ode to WordPress Reader⇐ and more on the subject of the New Reader ⇐.
A Christmas Ode to the Word Press Reader
Twas the week before Christmas,
And through all WordPress house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse,
Then up jumped a code wrangler,
And shouted with glee,
Let’s cause a nuisance,
And I’ll do it for free,
It’s just before Xmas,
They will all be so busy,
We can mess with the Reader,
And make them all dizzy,
So they worked hard through the day,
And they worked hard through the night,
It was so very unusual,
That it gave them a fright,
Then the bloggers complained,
And made the wranglers feel sad,
So the the bloggers said more,
And drove the wranglers quite mad,
Then up spoke a blogger,
With “that’s well deserved”,
Let’s put them in aspic,
And have them preserved.
😀
You might also like the original poem Twas the Night Before Xmas ⇐ , or A Lament for the Ancient Code Wrangler ⇐ 🙂 or more serious comment/news on WP New Reader ⇐
We do need a sense of humour to cope and keep our spirits up. Meanwhile Sam’s Song is brilliant and Sam the Eagle is my hero:-
Appalled and shocked, but we have been here before. Making an effort does make a difference. Imagine how bad it would be if we didn’t.
More News and Articles ⇐ on this subject.
A Flower Without a Name
Whilst this world was young,
Before names could fall from human tongue,
There was no I, nor thou, nor thee,
Only flower and grass and tree.
No sound but sweet refrain,
Of wind and sea and rain,
No less a flower without a name,
A living beauty just the same.
🙂
Twas the Night before Christmas
“Twas the Night before Christmas” or “A Visit from St Nicholas”. The complete poem by Clement Clarke Moore first published in 1823 and the first time that St Nicholas was associated with a sleigh and reindeers. It is a real joy to read.
Freed From Time 