Corridor Heat

They screamed in the hall till they sweat,
A meeting they’ll never forget.
But the packet is clean,
With a peaceful routine,
And nobody mentions the threat.

The temperature soared in the space,
As they cursed at each other’s damn face.
But back in the room,
They suppress all the doom,
And govern the project with grace.

The board doesn’t make the real call,
It happens right there in the hall.
The Heat is extreme,
Behind the regime,
While the minutes just paper the wall.

The heat in the hallway was bad
It made all the servers quite sad
We opened a door
And melted the floor
The error was all that we had

A corridor painted in red
The temperature went to the head
We turned up the fan
And ruined the plan
The logic is perfectly dead

The server is sweating a bit
The manual doesn’t quite fit
We stand in the flame
Without any aim
And wait for the system to quit

We measure the corridor heat
And find it incredibly sweet
The error is loud
We step in the cloud
And accept our procedural defeat

The heat is incredibly flat
We leave the whole database at
A state of decay
For many a day
And blame it on somebody’s cat