Greenband Gregor

Gregor adjusts the green band,
So everything goes as we planned.
The strain is extreme,
But the metrics all gleam,
In a visually comforting land.

The system is ready to snap,
But Gregor expands the safe gap.
The threshold is wide,
So the errors can hide,
In a soft-success graphical trap.

If the line turns to yellow or red,
We’d have to admit what we dread.
So Gregor paints green
On the edge of the screen,
And we call it a victory instead.

Old Gregor was wearing the green
And staring completely unseen
The server was down
He put on a frown
And polished the old broken screen

The greenband was terribly tight
It kept him awake in the night
The logic was flawed
The error outlawed
The failure was painfully bright

We sent Gregor into the fog
To fetch us a meaningless log
He tripped on a wire
And fell in the fire
And acted like somebody’s dog

The band is a symbol of naught
The data was totally caught
In loops without end
We cannot defend
The terrible things we were taught

Old Gregor is terribly dull
The system is perfectly null
The human is weak
And refuses to speak
The vacuum is perfectly full