Before I knew all the rules
I was constantly fooled
Trying to copy without miss takes
Oh what a mess I would make
Even now I’m a copying fool
Sometimes my knowledge of the tool
Leaves a bit to be desired
If employed I would be fired
For oftentimes in my haste
It doesn’t all adhere in the paste
And what to my wondering eyes should appear
Something not meant, too odd for my sphere.
Haste makes waste – a little bit sexist, but–1575☺️
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We have rules at work about certain documents that you aren’t allowed to copy and paste in, because the chance of an error can have serious consequences. Otherwise, it’s the handiest tool ever! Love the poem–very clever!
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