Exoneration by Procedural Summary

A gap in the records was found,
With logs that were no longer around.
The minutes reflect,
A minor defect,
And future alignment is sound.

The lack of telemetry’s clear,
We routed the fault to a gear.
The printer was fined,
The server aligned,
The summary pardoned the year.

The shouting was fully removed,
And all of the anger disproved.
We filed the despair,
With exquisite care,
The screaming was stamped and approved.

The summit was overly long,
I didn’t record what went wrong.
The data is dead,
The minutes were read,
I’m moving the meeting along.

The pencil is holy and just,
It turns all the panic to dust.
The ancient decree,
Set telemetry free,
In absolute zero we trust.

The font on the summary bled,
A terrible crisis to dread.
A council convened,
The margins were cleaned,
The loss of the data unsaid.

The layer was down half a year,
And none of the records appear.
The form is complete,
We drafted the sheet,
The archive is finally clear.

Correction requires a date,
But calendars dictate our fate.
The vote was approved,
The issue removed,
The record is sealed in its state.