Scoring Layer

A feeling was weighted and scored,
Then improved for the oversight board.
What the person had meant
Was converted to rent
In a table where meanings are stored.

The ache became input and grade,
With a confidence modifier laid.
If the score could be trended,
The matter was ended,
Or at least more reportably made.

They awarded three care points for tone,
And two for a callback alone.
But the unresolved thing
Had no field it could bring,
So it waited outside the known zone.

The overflow setting was passed,
Which meant that the framing would last.
But scrolling down deep,
Made the manager weep,
As his budget was drained very fast.

The scrollbar has been here for years,
A relic of digital fears.
The ancients designed it,
The monks have enshrined it,
It moves when the server clears.

The mouse wheel rotated too quick,
A deeply illegal new trick!
Deploying the guard,
To sever the card,
And confiscate every last click.

The window is eighty percent,
And that is the way it was meant.
The boundaries remain,
Inside of the pane,
And zero new errors are sent.

The scrolling event was received,
The top of the viewport retrieved.
The distance was three,
As logged in the tree,
The rendering state is relieved.

A memo was printed in bold,
A crisis the council foretold.
The serif was wrong,
The spacing too long,
The building must swiftly be sold.