Deviation Entered on Superseded Form

A temp excursion, point-four degree,
Filed on Three-A by a degree.
Form Three was outdated,
Form Four incarnated,
On Six weeks prior decree.

To use the old form meant a fault,
So they filed a new one, no halt.
But the new one was filed
On Three-A, compiled,
And the system began its assault.

Bricky saw both deviations that day,
At four-fifty-eight, Friday’s decay.
“Both are complete,
Information so neat,
I don’t want to file a third way.”

The deviation file references now
The deviation file itself, and how.
Form rot, information right,
But the logic’s not tight,
And one entry cites its own brow.

The temperature dipped for eleven
Minutes, and rose again heaven.
Point-four degree off,
The samples don’t scoff,
But the forms, well, the forms are uneven.

“The forms are not fine,” Bricky said.
“The forms are not fine,” as he fled.
“I have noted the error,
Which makes me the bearer,
And I won’t file a third in my stead.”

The resolution requires a CAPA,
The form is called CA-Seven’s saga.
Last revised in twenty-nineteen,
There’s a CA-Eight in between,
But the closure waits for the old paper.

At five-oh-one, Bricky left,
The deviation file bereft.
Both still open,
No closure spoken,
And the temp excursion had less heft.

DEV-0041 needs DEV-0042,
Which needs CAPA—don’t you chafe.
Each leads to the next,
Each system is vexed,
And the closure falls off the safe.

“The forms are always not fine,”
Bricky said at the deviation line.
Which is not, he conceded,
A solution we’ve needed,
But it got everyone through Friday night.

Both deviations remain open still,
Awaiting a formal CAPA’s will.
The temperature dip
Was a minimal slip,
But the form rot will take longer to fill.