TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPLEMENTATION

 'Twas the night before implementation and all through the  house,
 	not a program was working, not even a browse.
 The programmers hung by their tubes in despair,
 	in hopes that a miracle soon would be there.
 The users were nestled all snug in their beds,
 	while visions of inquiries danced in their heads.
 When in the machine room there arose such a clatter,
 	I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
 And, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
 	but a super-programmer (with a six-pack of beer).
 His resume glowed with experience so rare,
 	he turned out great code with a bit-pusher flair.
 More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,
 	and he cursed and he muttered and he called them by name:
 On update. On add. On inquire, delete.
 	On batch jobs. On closings. On functions complete.
 His eyes were glazed over, his body was lean,
 	from weekends and evenings in front of the screen.
 But a wink of his eye, and a twitch of his head,
 	soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
 He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
 	turned specs into code, and then turned with a jerk.
 And laying his finger upon the big key,
 		he brought it all up and it worked perfectly.
 The updates updated; the deletes, they deleted;
 	the inquiries inquired, and the closing completed.
 He tested each whistle, and tested each bell,
 	with nary an abend, all had gone well.
 The system was finished, the tests were concluded,
 	the user's last changes were even included.
 Yet the users exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt,
 	"It's just what we asked for, but NOT what we want!"