An Ode To Deadline

Deadline, sweet deadline,
Oh! how often do we miss thee,
Poor sweet deadline,
slain by inefficiency.

Conceived by the PM, pampered by the TL,
The brooding SE hated thee.
The final strike, by the System’s guy,
Knocked thee off thy shaking feet.

As you fell down,
to the ground,
No one noticed,
your fallen crown.

And as you died,
The TL cried,
The PM roared:
“Ah! Sad demise”.
An Ode To Deadline