Alas, Microsoft is back.
It may have been a cyberattack…
Or perhaps engineers
Who’d been working for years
Could’ve kept the whole system on track?
Alas, Microsoft is back.
It may have been a cyberattack…
Or perhaps engineers
Who’d been working for years
Could’ve kept the whole system on track?
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People used to say that Outlook
Was the worst email app.
Then it died entirely
And no one gave a crap.
I have emails for work
That I can’t receive or send
And all I can hope is that Microsoft
Decides this is the end
And chooses not to fix things
And life goes on in bliss.
So if you’re an Outlook user
Please CC a friend on this.
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Microsoft had a Magic 8-Ball
And shook it every day
To get ideas for products
Based on what it had to say.
For Word, the ball said “Signs point to yes.”
For Powerpoint, it said “You should.”
But the message they most took to heart
Was “Outlook not so good.”
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five years after death
my computer loads a page:
“how to download chrome”
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I once saw a lass dressed in lace
Who had the most beautiful face.
I said “please don’t hate
“But my name’s Windows 8.”
Then I asked “Can I crash at your place?”
Trent had spiky auburn hair
Which was never out of place.
Wendell’s hair was a dangly mess
That covered up his face.
Both applied at Microsoft,
But neither got the job.
They lost it to a hairless guy
Whose name, they thought, was Bob.
So both the men, despairing,
Did shave their separate locks,
For to get employment
They needed to think inside the box.
Trent and Wendell reapplied
And once again they were denied,
For most folks care what’s in your head,
Not on it. Or so to believe I’m led.
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