'Twas the week before Christmas, when through the house
Not a shrimp in the email but a bunch of bananas;
The Skype hummed with versions of the English,
Soon, a new company ID is forthcoming…
Out from the inbox clattered Working Group 1,
To meet face-to-face or not is the question.
Best and good practices from Lotus Notes sprang,
One report conjured but a lot more cooking somewhere…
With that Tagaytay came and went quick like night,
A 3-day vacation forfeited for an almighty ToR.
Finally, a disbursement that cleared an overcast plan,
To Jakarta on February for a regional workshop…
And then in a twinkling, Reports 3/4 came from Behind
The prancing of a Word version from Neverland.
But still GRAISEA and the NAPs seems poles apart,
I’ve never felt so alone and cranky but spunky…
A Google Drive and invoices sprang like roses,
MRLG came in with climate change 2020.
That jolly Dutchman looped me into the grid,
Enough for me to know I had nothing to dread…
I went home drunk with a half a sack of rice,
One last email and a text message to send.
“Twas the day before Christmas and we got a cake too,
SO I’M SHUTTING DOWN AND BID ALL ADIEU!
Not a shrimp in the email but a bunch of bananas;
The Skype hummed with versions of the English,
Soon, a new company ID is forthcoming…
Out from the inbox clattered Working Group 1,
To meet face-to-face or not is the question.
Best and good practices from Lotus Notes sprang,
One report conjured but a lot more cooking somewhere…
With that Tagaytay came and went quick like night,
A 3-day vacation forfeited for an almighty ToR.
Finally, a disbursement that cleared an overcast plan,
To Jakarta on February for a regional workshop…
And then in a twinkling, Reports 3/4 came from Behind
The prancing of a Word version from Neverland.
But still GRAISEA and the NAPs seems poles apart,
I’ve never felt so alone and cranky but spunky…
A Google Drive and invoices sprang like roses,
MRLG came in with climate change 2020.
That jolly Dutchman looped me into the grid,
Enough for me to know I had nothing to dread…
I went home drunk with a half a sack of rice,
One last email and a text message to send.
“Twas the day before Christmas and we got a cake too,
SO I’M SHUTTING DOWN AND BID ALL ADIEU!
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