Jarlabel Stranger

A PDF showed up in disguise—
“I’m text/plain!” came the surprise.
It wore a wrong label,
Convinced the whole table,
Yet nothing worked under those eyes.

The jar held a thousand wrong tags,
Each mislabel dragging and drags.
A JPEG claimed JSON,
With confidence strong—then
The parser gave up with its slags.

It relabeled itself once, then twice—
Then thrice in the course of the vice.
Each label was wrong,
Each one just as strong,
And none were approaching entice.

Before every filing it’s slow—
A random wrong label to show.
“You’ll render me wrong,
This type is too strong,”
It said to the systems below.

A file came as binary stream,
With headers that shattered the dream.
“Text/plain,” it would say,
In its confident way,
Though none of the parsers could deem.

For forty-five minutes one day,
An image insisted to say:
“I’m application/json,
Believe me, I’m on—send—”
Till the system threw hands in dismay.

Each wrong label’s chosen with care—
“It’s intentional,” Jarlabel’s dare.
“The label’s a choice,
The system will voice
That I am misleading but fair.”

The jars holds mismatched tags—
Applied with artistic old rags.
It selects one at random,
The system falls tandem,
And nothing but chaos then drags.