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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.