The old boss was stirring, pushing a mop;
The coders were jacked up on some energy drink,
And Marketing was looking for the next social Jinx;
Sales had shut down, claiming no more money to be made ,
While everyone’s commissions still had to be saved,
And Maise on her PC and I on my Mac,
Had just settled our brain on the next ecom task;
When out of my speakers there rose the great calling,
The new mail was here and I rush back without falling.
Away past the desktop I flew like a flash,
Tore open the file and drank in the new stash.
The flickering light of my low battery, continued to glow,
And with the files presence my emotions did grow.
When what to tired eyes and numb fingers did appear,
The secrete to my next big marketing sear,
With a long lost password Clippy pop out,
I knew that only he could be my trip scout,
As quick as light, he danced, and he sang,
And he kept yelling, let’s re-launch this old ‘thang,
Your forgetting the images you little vixen,
Through in some Content that’s what your ‘missen
To the top of the page! Pound in that Tag!
Follow me, Follow me, and we won’t hit a snag!
My back was in cramps and my eyes beyond dry,
When Clippy came along and let out a great cry,
So I clicked my house icon, to home my screen flew,
With a paste box full of Key Words Clippy flew too,
And then in the background I heard the server go poof,
There were coming! There were coming! The hits were the proof.
As I swiveled my chair and spinning around,
Out jumped Clippy with a leap and abound:
His metal was still shiny, from tip and to toe,
And his glasses all steamy as he gave a great show;
A bundle of floppies were stuffed in his sack,
He was way out of date, but he was watchin’ my back,
Oh, his eyes did twinkle and his nose was not big,
But that did not matter ‘cause we were dancing a jig;
A mouth he had none just a twist of fine wire,
And his black eye brows made him look dire;
A short thumb drive he held clamped in his cheek,
And I could see the great Content starting to leak.
His face showed that he had survived the trash can,
For his image did not dither; he was the man with the plan.
Not chubby, not plump, but shiny and skinny,
I laughed, when I saw him wink at the genny.
A wink of his eye a flick of the mouse,
The good cheer soon gave us all a great shout,
He spoke no words just plugged in his buds,
And compiling the page he was a great stud,
And laying his clip board on the side of the desk,
He jumped out the door without running a test,
As he hopped on the server an began to slide in,
I could hear the hard drives starting to spin:
His last word were not heard only seen on the screen
Free Content for all, my best to the team!
John Wilkerson is a Marketing/Sales Professional specializing in online branding, ecommerce sites, blogging, email advertising, content creation, print media, and direct mail. Follow @johnwilkerson