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I’m so beset by my backlog,
It’s slowed my workflow to a jog: I wouldn’t wish this on a frog! Why won’t it go away? It serves no purpose but to clog My in-box. I'm in such a fog: It piles higher, though I flog Myself for speed, each day. My life’s not worth that of a dog: I might as well just turn to grog, For if I manage not to log It done, there’s hell to pay! |
Backlog (B-0009 [B-06.1])
(Poems from the Stanford Libraries: 1)
from
Two by Four: and other poems,
3rd ed.,
Dec. 2000.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
Vol. 1, no. 42,
Oct. 23, 1992,
as “Slogging Beneath the Backlog.”
1st web edition posted
12/27/1995
(updated
1/25/1996).
2nd web edition posted
3/16/1998
(updated
2/15/2000).
3rd web edition posted
6/28/2004.
This page last updated
6/28/2004.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1992-2004 by Brian Kunde.